Chapter 406: Made Only For Me (18+)
The deep thrusts turned into a fevered rhythm, the kind that stole every shred of air from Xion’s lungs.
Each snap of Darius’ hips sent another ripple of heat curling deep inside, until the sound of water slapping rock blurred into the ragged chorus of their breathing.
The nips on his skin veered into harsh sucking and bites.
Violent shivers wrecked his body when Darius slid in with his entire length in a single thrust, rubbing over that delicate bump that made Xion see stars.
The grip on his hips had gotten tighter as Darius let his mouth work on the sensitive nipples until they looked as red and decorated with bite marks just like his slender neck and chest.
Perfect, Darius thought as he plunged in, forcing Xion to cry louder.
Covered with my mark, my sweet Xion looks so fucking perfect.
Xion was barely holding on, the pleasure coiling tight in his core, "Darius — Ah!"
The healer had almost forgotten just how big Darius was and how terrifying his stamina could be when it came to sex.
"Look at you," Darius placed a very gentle kiss over Xion’s wet forehead, though his lower body only rammed deeper. "So pretty. Your face, your lips, your body, everything is so perfect. Such an adorable healer only for me, right, Xion?"
Xion’s reply was a breathless whimper as he pulled Darius close and slammed a kiss on that teasing mouth.
A messy kiss stole all the air from his lungs until he had to push against the bare chest.
With how indulgent Xion was, Darius had become greedier, and his actions had become more vicious. The wet, fleshy slaps against Xion’s ass grew heavier.
Each one sent Xion rolling over the wet edge, and despite the smooth marble, his delicate back had been rubbed red.
Darius buried his head into Xion’s neck, inhaling his scent in ragged pulls.
"You feel so good," he moaned, looking so relieved that he was inside his husband.
It was as if only in this way, by pushing himself inside his baby, could he be assured that Xion was alive, and with him.
"You take me so well. You are made for me, right? Only me."
"Y-yes," Xion whimpered. His hips rolled on their own amidst the delicious burn that had those pale green eyes blazing. "Only you."
Darius groaned, dragging his cock over Xion’s prostate again and again with brutal pace.
The helpless cries tore from Xion’s throat as he came, his release spilling over the muscular torso.
Muscles clamped down around the Archduke, pulling him deeper, trying to milk him.
Darius groaned low in his throat, burying himself to the hilt, caging Xion in his arms.
Nothing in the entire world could compare to the feeling of Xion clenching around him, of that mouth against his lips, of Xion’s gasp echoing against his tongue.
The way Xion was desperately trying to kiss him back had Darius’ spine tingle with pleasure.
He wanted to burn it into his memory along with the feeling of Xion’s skin under his fingers.
"Darius," Xion whimpered against Archduke’s lips.
"Please," he could only plead as he felt the hard length inside of him twitch. The sensation was almost too much for his spent body to bear.
It was too overwhelming how deeply Darius was reaching inside him and how thoroughly stretched his ass was around the throbbing cock, trying to clench tighter.
"Cum inside me."
That seemed to tug at something dangerous in the Archduke’s mind.
The Archduke slammed into him, yanking at the black hair to give Xion a wild, messy kiss.
"Xion, my Xion," Darius moaned his name as his climax tore through him, hot pulses spilling deep inside Xion.
Warmth immediately pooled lower in the gasping healer’s belly.
Neither of them moved for a long moment. Only the steam swirled around them, and the dull pounding of Xion’s heartbeat echoed in his ears.
Darius kept him in place, one arm firm around his back, the other splayed over his thigh.
He gently set his legs down, though much to Darius’ delight, they couldn’t close.
Pleased, he pressed a slow kiss against Xion’s temple.
But there was nothing gentle in the way his thumb traced lazy circles over that sore, twitching hole still wrapped around him.
"You’re still clenching, baby," Darius murmured, voice dark and amused. "Like you don’t want to let me go."
Xion made a faint sound of half-protest as his head lolled against the warm marble. His body was too languid, every muscle pliant from release.
"Come here, Xion," Darius said hoarsely, wrapping his arms around the twitching young man. "I’ll clean you up."
As Darius slipped out, Xion could feel the white fluid trickling down his ass. Even when he subconsciously tried to clench it, it was of no use.
Xion’s vision was fading in and out, and he was well aware that Darius was merely stopping out of concern.
With his eyes closed, he could feel how easily Darius spread him wide.
Long fingers plunged deeper as they gently cleaned him. Warm water slid inside him, and Xion had to bite his lip to keep his whimpers in his mouth.
When he opened his eyes, his swirling vision met with the wet Darius, fresh out of sex.
With silver hair clinging damply to his shoulders and back and that erotic flush on his naked body, the Archduke looked something straight out of someone’s wet dream.
In this case, it was from Xion’s wet dream, something he was far too ashamed to even say aloud.
This should have been the end. Darius had also intended it that way. However...
His jaw tightened as his gaze lingered on Xion’s ruined, trembling form.
The red lips were swollen, cheeks stained pink, chest still rising and falling with ragged effort.
And yet, despite the tears drying at the corner of his eyes, despite how boneless he had gone in the aftermath, there was still fire in those blue eyes.
The gorgeous blue spark that drove him mad.
"Xion..." Darius’ voice had gone raw, torn between reverence and feral want.
His thumb brushed over the tear track on Xion’s cheek before trailing down, circling that puffy lower lip. "I should stop, right? I should..."
He laughed low, almost bitter. "But I can’t."