CHAPTER 372: PATHETICALLY HARD (18+)

"Xion," a seductive, low voice filled with desire slid into his ears and melted down his spine.

His body went limp, helpless under the weight of the man pinning him to the sheets.

It was maddening how easy it was for this seductive demon to steal all his attention, not to mention his heart.

"I love you, Xion. I love you so, so much." Darius said while pressing open-mouthed kisses on his neck.

"There is nothing in this world that I wouldn’t do for you. Ask me, my love. That’s all you have to do."

Xion subconsciously arched his neck.

A moan almost escaped his lips when a sneaky hand got lower before it slyly sneaked inside the hem of his shirt to caress his bare skin.

A twinge of heat pulsated wherever those lips and hands touched him, awakening a deep longing to be touched, to be ravished.

The way he was melting under Darius, his body was practically begging to be consumed, to be sated from his stifling madness flooding through his veins.

His lashes quivered as he reached for his lover. "Darius..."

The green in Archduke’s eyes had become stifflingly oppressive. Just one look had Xion’s grip tightening on the broad shoulders.

Desperately needy.

That was how Darius looked to Xion, and for a second, the silly kitten had the urge to shove the Archduke away.

The hard bulge pressing against his lower stomach scared him.

It was big, and no matter the many things they had done it, the fear of that ache when they did it for the first time still remained.

However, along with that ache was a deeper longing to be filled. Xion wanted to be so thoroughly consumed that there wouldn’t be any thought left in his brain.

Darius gave a low hiss when he flipped Xion onto his stomach.

The healer whimpered as the fabric of his pants was replaced with the cold, chilling air.

Darius dragged his cock over the gaping hole, opening and closing with hunger.

Desperate, Xion moved his hips back, only to hear the Archduke chuckle. A low, seductive laugh that had Xion reeling.

"Be still and tell me what you want."

The shameful words were on the tip of his tongue, dancing on the little dignity he had left with all their might. He bit his lips.

His silent refusal was met with a merciless spank. Another followed soon after.

Xion whimpered. The sharp sting bloomed into a dull, delicious ache that made his toes curl.

The hand that gave him pain was also the one to soothe it with his tender touch.

But the cock still kept pocking the needy hole, churning with desire. He let the head press inside only to push it out entirely.

Another spank had Xion gasping. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple even in the middle of a snowy night.

"You... I want you to fuck me."

As if rewarding him for his words, the cock plunged inside him in one push.

Xion moaned aloud, his long lashes soaking with wet tears as they cascaded down his deep, watery eyes.

The flurry of kisses rained down on his back, from his neck down to his spine.

Barely had Xion relaxed when Darius picked up pace.

The Archduke was ramming inside him without any consideration, pushing against the sweet spot hidden under the bundle of his nerves that had Xion seeing stars.

Flesh slapped against flesh, accompanied by the sound of loud moans and broken whimpers.

Just as pleasure crested and his vision went white, Xion woke up with a jolt.

His breath came in ragged bursts as tiny droplets beaded his forehead.

The duvet felt like a hot pit of fire roasting him until even his back was damp with sweat.

His thin shirt clung desperately to his back, just like he was to the pillow in his dream.

Oh, the worst part was yet to come.

His rough breathing didn’t get the chance to recover when he felt the stickiness between his legs.

Deep blue eyes widened in disbelief.

What the fuck was that?

Realizing the depth of the situation, the mortification burned deeper into his already crimson cheeks.

If Darius saw him like this, blushing, hot mess, glossy lips parted to suck the air like a greedy thing...

Xion slowly turned his head to the side.

The sight of peacefully sleeping Darius made him gulp hard.

His lover didn’t see anything. The thought had a wave of relief crash over him with the equal force of a tsunami.

He might have melted into the mattress right then and there if not for the urgent, aching situation still throbbing between his legs.

Despite venting in a dream, he was still... hard.

Pathetically hard, as if his body couldn’t tell the difference between reality and a nasty fantasy.

Oh lord...

When his heart had calmed down or was calm enough for him to move, he carefully removed the arm loosely draped over his waist.

The cold night air grazed his overheated skin as he swung his legs off the bed.

He shivered, though it did nothing to cool the fire coiling low in his stomach. The shame in his chest warred with the ghost of Darius’ hands.

Even now, he seemed to feel the phantom brush of a mouth at his throat.

Shaking his head to dispel the erotic images from the vision, he slowly tiptoed toward the bathroom.

Never had he been so mad and yet happy for their room to be so gigantic.

It took him awfully long to finally reach the wooden door of the bathroom without waking Darius up.

But the distance would be enough that no sound of water would reach the sleeping elf’s ears.

After one last glance to make sure the Archduke was still softly snoring, he reached for the doorknob.

He didn’t know if he was running away from Darius or from himself.

Either way, the bathroom door looked way too attractive not to open up and stay locked inside for a few hours.