Chapter 180

Chapter 180: Chapter 180

Dulce turned his head to the side, unwittingly baring his neck to Ruoxi as he bit down on a fistful of sheets to muffle his sounds. Tears gathered on the corners of his eyes, his length slick with aphrodisiac.

Bruises were sucked into the skin of his neck, shallow thrusts steady, it set his body aflame, his toes curling against the sheets. The Demon’s kisses moved lower, teeth scraping across his collarbones as he kissed even lower.

Dulce trembled when his nipple was encased in wet heat, writhing a little underneath the powerful Demon. Ruoxi giving his red splattered chest the same treatment as his neck made him unconsciously try to get away from the intense pleasure, one of his hands sinking into the Demon’s hair.

The gentle tug on Ruoxi’s hair brought some light into his dim, gold eyes. He wrenched himself away from the Vampire’s chest, his blood boiling, white-hot heat in his veins.

He encased Dulce in his arms, moving them so they lay on their sides, so as not to crush the Vampire underneath him. The fire still raged, his movements tinted with desperation. With a kiss, he trapped the Vampire’s pale legs with his, his soft, slender thighs the perfect sheath.

Dulce gasped into the kiss, feeling the Demon’s searing shaft pushing against him. The slide was easy, Ruoxi’s length dripping wet, with a hand on his waist, he pulled out and pushed in again, his thighs providing friction.

The Demon set out a punishing pace from the start, his own member trapped against their bodies, Ruoxi’s hard, overheated body rubbing against the underside of his length. He wrenched away from the kiss to draw in breath, his vision hazy.

He clung to Ruoxi, the tender spot beneath his groin stimulated with each thrust. A tear slipped down the side of his face and disappeared into his unraveling hair, quiet sounds getting pulled out of him on every thrust.

The pleasure climbed higher and higher, his voice catching in his throat as he shuddered, wet lashes slipping shut. His orgasm was pulled from deep within, the pleasure seeming to coalesce at the tender spot that was being rubbed ceaselessly. The thrusts didn’t slow even as his length spasmed between them, white, pearlescent fluids painting his chest.

Dulce’s composure was impressive, the Vampire somehow managing to rein in his sounds even though he was nearly cross-eyed from pleasure. But now he let out a choked sob, overstimulated and buzzing with needlepoint pleasure from how sensitive he quickly became.

He soon felt the shaft between his slick thighs pulse, the Demon’s pace not slowing down even as he was painted with fluids. It spilled against the back of his thighs and even higher still, slipping in between the fine line of his ass.

Dulce was trembling when Ruoxi slowed to a stop, his member hard and aching again. His body was hot and pulsing, wet and sticky. He tried to catch his breath, soft gasps spilling past his full lips.

Ruoxi felt his head clear up after an orgasm, gingerly leaning away so he could get a look at Dulce. The Vampire’s weepy red eyes were staring up at him, and it was all he could do to keep his head from clouding again.

Fine tremors were wracking his slender body, his dribbling length between them trembling as well. Ruoxi lowered his head for a gentle kiss, lucid enough not to feed him more aphrodisiac. He had lost control for a moment there and had nearly eaten up the little Vampire.

He pulled back and lowered himself down Dulce’s body, pushing him to lay on his back. He needed to eat first before anything else, losing control was dangerous.

Ruoxi placed his lips to the Vampire’s tip and took him down with practiced ease, a smile teasing the edge of his lips as Dulce’s back arched off the bed. The Vampire didn’t last long, another fistful of sheets between his sharp fangs as his whole body shuddered.

He pulled off after drawing out Dulce’s orgasm, little aftershocks pulsing through his red-flushed member. He would never get enough of the Vampire’s taste on his tongue, like morning dew on flower petals.

Dulce had gone slack against the sheets, his pale hair a halo around his flushed face. Ruoxi gathered him in his arms, unsurprised when Dulce woke up shortly after. The Vampire was staring at him with limpid, pale red eyes, it had him congratulating himself about his impressive self-control.

"I didn’t get to return the favor," Dulce spoke first, his quiet voice gently raspy.

Ruoxi closed his eyes, the haze of hunger had dissipated, the fragrance in the air long gone, yet Dulce still threatened his sanity. He opened them again and those tempting eyes were still staring up at him expectantly, "Next time, you can."

He had gotten the opportunity to allow Dulce to make the move and he had completely upended the arrangements. He picked up the Vampire and took him to the bath to wash up, his pale skin was gently suffused with red, the scent of lotus would likely cling to him for a few days, his inner thighs a creamy white.

A short while later they were both clean, the dirty sheets put away to be cleaned. Ruoxi offered the Vampire a set of robes, a little self-conscious about rendering his clothes unusable.

"Do you need to go back to Huayuan?" Dulce asked, his hair still damp.

"Not yet," Ruoxi muttered, he wanted to go to bed with the Vampire in his arms but Dulce couldn’t sleep.

His answer soothed Dulce, with a softly spoken ’Goodnight’, Dulce left for his room. Marks littered his skin, his body deliciously sore, it almost felt like he could fall asleep like this.

He stepped into his room and found Kath’tan fast asleep in his bed, the Demon hadn’t even taken his shoes off. He went over to his side and took his shoes off, Kath’tan hardly wore an overcoat even though it was getting colder, so his clothes were comfortable enough.

Dulce sat by the cold hearth, next to a candelabra which washed him in warm light, making his hair look pale blonde in the dim room. He picked up a book, his gaze promptly drifting, a sated expression on his face.

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Kath’tan roused as the sun rose, a black scowl on his face as he squinted ferociously at the rays of sunlight spilling into the room.

"How do you feel?" Dulce put down his book that he didn’t remember reading even though he had held it for hours. His hair had long dried, voluminous curls frizzy.

Kath’tan whipped around and winced, "Awful," He muttered, biting back the curse that had nearly slipped out.

Dulce rose to his feet, "I’ll have the kitchen make you broth, it’ll make you feel better."

Kath’tan adjusted to the light, getting a proper glimpse of Dulce for the first time. The pain in his head receded to the background at the bruises on the Vampire’s neck, he was dressed in a robe, the low neck of the robe a terrible mix.

He could easily guess who it had been, even now he could still pick up on the scent of lotus. The marks on Dulce’s neck didn’t make him look like he had been mauled, each red bruise had been carefully left, it looked like rose petals were scattered all over his pale skin.

Dulce had already slipped out the doors to his bedroom by the time he caught himself. Kath’tan fell back against the Vampire’s bed, the pounding pain returning in his absence.

He remembered exactly how he had gotten himself into his position, scowling as he pieced back his blurry memories. Asael hadn’t gotten even the slightest inebriated, the Shadow Demon infuriated him.

Dulce returned a short while after with a round tray holding a teapot of peppermint tea, "I brought you some tea as well, have a cup with me." He invited, pouring out the tea.

Kath’tan didn’t care for tea but he could no longer sleep so he rose to his feet, going over to the Vampire. The aroma of peppermint tea covered up the scent of lotus flowers, so it was a little easier to ignore the debauched way the Vampire looked as they shared a cup of tea.

The peppermint tea did help, it washed clean the residual wooziness from the night before. After downing a cup, he left for his room to clean up, breakfast was soon.

At breakfast, Dulce made sure he drank down an entire bowl of broth. The Vampire was dressed, an expertly tied cravat hiding most of the bruises on his neck, but it didn’t hide his sated demeanor.

Ruoxi was the last at the dining table, the Incubus simply had his usual outfit on, his robe unbelted as always, his hair loose. There were faint red lines running across the Demon’s chest, it nearly made Kath’tan choke on his broth, Dulce hastily offering him a goblet of water.