[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290: The Jealous Kitten

Xion stirred, roused by soft, lingering kisses trailing along his neck and cheek; each one warm, teasing, and maddeningly gentle.

If the other side of his face hadn’t been pressed into the pillow, he had no doubt it would have been just as thoroughly adored.

"Darius..." he rasped, voice still sprinkled with sleep.

Midnight black lashes fluttered delicately as he cracked open heavy eyelids to cast a sluggish glare at his mischievous lover.

But in his drowsy haze, it came out more like a pout, one that only made him look even more irresistible.

Sure enough, the wolf eyeing his prey didn’t let the opportunity slip.

Xion’s soft pink lips were captured by Darius’s hot ones. What was meant to be a chaste, innocent kiss quickly escalated into something far more intense.

The searing kiss pulled Xion’s barely-awake senses back into the hazy tide of pleasure.

Darius pressed the black-haired beauty into the mattress, prying open his mouth. His nimble tongue slipped over the rim of Xion’s teeth, exploring every inch with the desperation of a man starved.

A stifled moan, trapped by the new angle of the kiss, melted back into Xion’s mouth. He groaned against the feverish lips, his hands trembling against the lapel of the robe.

Gasping heavily, he managed to break away from the kiss. Red had made its way to his ears and it became apparent when he looked away.

Long eyelashes trembled along with his broken breath. "Sorry," he mumbled in utter shyness. "I-I couldn’t breathe."

Darius didn’t listen to what his baby was saying. All he could hear were soft gasps and murmurs that lightly brushed against his ears before floating away.

He gently pinched Xion’s chin, coaxing him to look up again. And when he did, Darius leaned in, softly biting the lower lip that was now just as red as the tantalizing blush on milky cheeks.

"I’m sorry, Xion," he whispered against his lips before kissing them again. Nonetheless this time, the touches were slow and tender. "My self-control drops to nothing when you’re this close to me."

Xion’s barely calm heart decided to do another flip.

He had gotten tired after going to church and then fell asleep without even seeing Darius last night.

The Archduke had been busy, and yet he had no clue with what.

He hadn’t minded at first, but after what Talia had said, he couldn’t stop wondering if they were preparing to receive that noble lady.

Of course, Darius wouldn’t marry her. That much was clear even to him.

But that didn’t stop the strange, uneasy feeling that crept beneath his skin.

"Err, Darius?"

The Archduke had plopped down beside him, wrapping him in his arms. One hand had slipped beneath the hem of Xion’s shirt, drawing a soft shiver from the delicate body.

"Yes, darling?" came the low, amused reply.

The fingers had started to sensually draw random lines on his back. It made Xion’s blood sizzle.

"You do want to have sex with me, right?"

He banged his forehead against the muscular and barely covered chest. "Sorry. I meant you do like me, right?"

The more those green jewels stared at him, the more Xion panicked. Had Darius... gotten bored of him already? No, it couldn’t happen this fast, right?