[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 264: Accidently Seducing The Deranged Archduke

Xion stepped out of the bathroom. Steam trailed after him like a magical mist revealing the precious treasure.

The ribbon around the waist was also tied like a bow on a gift.

Indeed, when Darius stared up from his chair, he thought exactly that. My precious little treasure.

The crimson robe his baby wore swayed with each hesitant step. The fabric slipped off one delicate shoulder, teasing him with pale skin, before Xion hurriedly pulled it back up.

The silver-haired man watched with barely restrained desire. The muscles in his jaw tightened at that lovely pink dusting those pinchable cheeks.

The urge to pull that cloth entirely off was overwhelming Darius’ already fragile sense of restraint. Only a tug and the satin would slide off that lithe frame, pooling at Xion’s feet.

Earlier, when Darius had helped him in the bath, his mind had been focused on healing those delicate feet. He was too worried about the wounds and fatigue, but now... now there were no distractions.

It was just Xion. Barely dressed and practically glowing from the steam like a freshly baked delicacy for him to dine on.

Each little step he took sent the robe fluttering around his thighs, exposing flashes of pale, unmarked skin.

Darius stared.

It wasn’t a simple glance or a passing gaze. His emerald eyes drank in every detail with the intensity of a predator locking onto its prey.

The sight of Xion in his robe—his robe—had him rooted to the spot. His fingers flexed laboriously against the wooden arms of his chair.

He watched as droplets of water clung to Xion’s collarbone before sliding down, vanishing beneath the deep collar of red satin.

Satin barely clung to his slim shoulders and kissed the tops of his knees.

His eyes drifted lower, down those slender legs, and then to the cute pink toes peeking out from beneath the fabric. They curled over each other nervously, almost as if embarrassed by his open gawking.

Too alluring.

"Darius?" Xion voiced hesitatingly. Those green eyes looked so concentrated that he felt his spine tingle.

"Come here," a familiar order in a familiar deep baritone and a foolish voice addict now stood closer to the ruler of the North.

The way Xion simply obeyed, pleased Darius. At least it made the Archduke happy enough to rein his dark thoughts a bit.

Then, the little kitten was instantly covered with a blanket, revealing only his damp black hair and pair of watery eyes, innocently blinking at Darius.

"Sit."

Only one word, that was all Darius could say as he gave Xion a bowl of warm soup.

His baby simply smiled before tasting the food he had cooked.

"It’s tasty."

The red of the tomato soup tainted the corner of Xion’s lips. Though it was instantly licked away, Darius had to cross his legs.

Did he want to degrade the innocent little kitten?

The answer came with visceral clarity: Yes.

Not just a simple yes. Oh, no. Not at all.

He, Darius Rael Darkhlem, wanted to ruin him. To unravel Xion piece by delicate piece, to discover just how much that fragile body could take before it broke.

He wanted to hear Xion gasp his name in that soft, breathless way. Wanted to mark that pale skin with bruises and bites, to leave evidence of his claim, his ownership.

And that sweet ass, his thoughts darkened further, gaze flicking to where the blanket covered just enough to leave his imagination tortured. novelbuddy.cσ๓

He wanted to have Xion splayed out and shaking, legs spread, and eyes dazed with pleasure, whispering his name. Only his name.

Darius was very much not ashamed to admit that he wanted to defile Xion in every way imaginable.

Cover every inch of that untouched skin with his mark. He wanted to have him for hours, days even until that delicate frame couldn’t move without remembering his touch.

Fuck, he wanted to do it over and over again for the rest of his life.

"Did you get my bag?" Xion’s soft voice shattered his fantasies like glass hitting stone.

Darius blinked, coming back to reality with a rush of heat flaring up his neck.

"Mn." The sound was more of a grunt, his throat too tight to form words. He watched Xion’s lips curve into a dazzling smile, shooting an arrow straight through his heart.

Does he know? Darius wondered wildly, his heart thundering. Does he know what he’s doing to me? But one look at Xion’s clueless face told him the answer.

No. He’s completely oblivious.

Which was, perhaps, the most dangerous thing of all. For he really wanted to ruin that innocence.

Wait a bit, he muttered to himself. Just until we get married. After that Xion would have nowhere to run away to.

But if he really could hold back for that long or not, he himself wasn’t so sure anymore.

Not when Xion, with his stomach filled, directly padded over to the bed and plopped down on it.

Despite being healed and well-fed, Xion still didn’t want to move much. Anyway, Darius had his bag, and all they needed to do was return to the castle.

It would probably take two more days before they could open the portal again. So, Xion wanted to laze around.

After burying himself under the cover, he stared at Darius who was still sitting on the same chair.

"Want to sleep with me?" Xion asked with his naive gaze.

Darius took a shuddering breath, his expression clouded with a forlorn longing.

"I’ll sleep on the floor, if necessary," he said after a long pause, his voice felt strained as if those words took all his strength.

Xion rolled over his stomach and plopped his face up

in his palms.

With a slight tilt of his little head and confusion clouding eyes, he asked, "Why? The bed has plenty of space-"

"Xion," Darius halted the babbling kitten. "Why do you want that?" Are you aware that you are inviting me to... His fingers clenched over the armrest and the wood creaked under the immense pressure.

Completely unaware of the struggle raging in Darius’ mind, Xion giggled, eyes sparkling with pure joy.

"Because you make everything warm," he replied simply. "You make the cold bearable. You make me feel all cozy. Please, join me. I want to hold you."

Xion really wanted to hold, or perhaps, he wanted to be held in Darius’ arms.

He desired to feel that burning warmth again. The chill of the snow was still lingering in his heart and so was the fear he felt when facing that orc.

Even if Xion hadn’t said it aloud, he was terrified.

If it wasn’t for Darius to show up, he’d even felt a fleeting desire to just... die then and there.

It was only when the strong arms held him that he understood why, despite wanting to perish, he was scared of death.

Because now, he had someone to live for. And like any other ordinary person, he just wanted to enjoy the couple’s life.