Page 65 of A Heart Disguised 1

Darius hummed in approval, the vibrations sending ripples of ecstasy coursing through Robin’s body. He sucked hard and hot, his hands roaming over the boy’s quivering thighs and taut abdomen, his fingers tracing patterns of fire upon his skin.

Robin’s reaction was everything Darius could have hoped for—his body writhed and twisted in the throes of passion, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he surrendered himself to the exquisite torment.

As Darius continued his ministrations, Robin’s fingers found their way into his hair, tangling in the dark strands as he fought to anchor himself in a world that was rapidly spinning out of control. The muscles of his abdomen tensed, his thighs quivering with the effort to maintain some semblance of restraint.

But Darius was having none of it. He wanted—needed—to see Robin completely undone, to hear his name torn from those perfect lips as he tumbled over the edge. With a final, heartfelt squeeze to the firm globes of Robin’s ass, Darius took him all the way to the hilt, swallowing around him as he shattered into pieces.

The sound of Robin’s climax filled the room, a symphony of cries and gasps that seemed to echo off the stone walls. Darius stayed with him through it all, milking every last drop of pleasure from his body before finally releasing him with a satisfied purr.

As Robin lay there, a quivering, sated mess amid the rumpled towels and flickering firelight, Darius couldn’t help but feel a surge of profound satisfaction mingled with an unexpected tenderness. This boy—this delightful, infuriating, irresistible creature—had somehow managed to slip past every carefully constructed barrier he’d built around his heart over the centuries.

The sight of Robin in the aftermath of his release was nothing short of ethereal—his pale skin flushed with a rosy glow, those bright-emerald eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and wonder, his chest rising and falling with each trembling breath.

With a low growl that rumbled up from deep within his chest, Darius moved up the length of Robin’s body, muscles rippling with barely restrained power. He claimed those still-panting lips in a voracious kiss, his tongue invading Robin’s mouth with a hunger that had everything to do with passion and nothing to do with mere physical desire. Robin responded with equal fervor, arms wrapping around Darius’ neck as he moaned into the kiss. Even in the throes of his recent climax, the boy’s enthusiasm was intoxicating, his hunger matching Darius’ own.

“You are stunning,” Darius breathed against Robin’s lips, his voice ragged with unchecked desire. “Truly, a work of art that even the greatest masters could not hope to capture.”

Robin swallowed, his chest heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. His fingers traced idle patterns on Darius’ back, making the demon lord’s muscles quiver beneath his touch. “Y-you don’t miss an opportunity to flatter, do you, Your Grace?” he teased, though his voice lacked its usual sharp wit, softened by pleasure.

“Hardly,” Darius murmured, his lips finding the sensitive curve of Robin’s neck. “Simply stating the truth as I see it.” He nipped at the tender skin below Robin’s ear, drawing a delicious whimper from those kiss-swollen lips.

With one arm cradling Robin’s slender waist, Darius positioned himself at that intimate entrance. The heat radiating from Robin’s body was maddening, an irresistible temptation that threatened to shatter his self-control. As he pressed forward, Robin shuddered beneath him, small soft cries escaping his lips—a melody of pleasure that Darius wanted to orchestrate for eternity.

“Y-Your Grace,” Robin gasped, his body yielding even as it trembled. His fingers dug into Darius’ shoulders, not pushing away but pulling closer, as if he couldn’t decide whether to flee from or embrace the overwhelming sensation.

Darius paused halfway, watching with rapt attention as pleasure and uncertainty warred across Robin’s beautiful features. “Relax, my little bird,” he soothed, pressing tender kisses along Robin’s jaw. “Let your body welcome mine. There’s no hurry, no rush.”

Robin nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he adjusted to the intrusion. The sight of him—flushed and wanting, yet still maintaining that hint of sass even in his pleasure—made something fierce and protective surge in Darius’ chest.

With a smooth, relentless thrust, Darius buried himself to the hilt within Robin’s tight heat. The boy’s head fell back, eyes glazing over as Darius hit that sweet spot deep inside him. His cries of “Your Grace” filled the room, each one stoking the fire in Darius’ blood.

The pleasure that shot through Darius was near blinding—Robin was hot and tight around him, a silken vise that threatened to unravel centuries of control. Each clench of those inner walls sent jolts of ecstasy coursing through his veins, the perfect combination of heat and pressure molding itself to his form as if Robin’s body had been crafted solely for him.

“Did you think we were done, little bird?” Darius purred, establishing a rhythm that had Robin writhing beneath him. “I’m afraid I can’t let you go so easily. I’ve only just begun my festivities, and you, my dear, are the guest of honor.”

“More f-festivities?” Robin breathed, his eyes fluttering closed as Darius’ fangs grazed his pulse point. “I-I thought… I mean, I…”

“Rest assured, my sweet,” Darius murmured against the delicate shell of Robin’s ear, “I have every intention of fulfilling my marital duties. And then some.”

He punctuated this promise with a particularly deep thrust that had Robin arching, a broken cry escaping his lips. The boy’s fingers scrabbled at Darius’ back, leaving trails of fire that only added to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him.

Each drive forward was met with an answering clench from Robin, a rhythmic dance that drove them both higher into realms where only sensation ruled. The room echoed with their joined cries—a chorus of lustful fervor—and through it all, Darius remained acutely aware of the gift that writhed beneath him: a creature of both earth and ethereal realms who had somehow become his alone to worship.

The pressure built within him, a rising tide of ecstasy that threatened to sweep him away. But he refused to succumb—not yet. He wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from Robin’s body before allowing himself the release he so desperately craved.

Robin’s body undulated beneath him, meeting each of Darius’ thrusts with an eagerness that was its own reward. The boy’s usual sharp wit had dissolved into incoherent pleas and breathless moans, yet somehow he managed to gasp out, “Your Grace… please… I can’t—”

“You can,” Darius assured him, his voice a rough velvet caress. “And you will, my beautiful little bird. You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you?”

The whimper that escaped Robin’s lips was answer enough. His inner walls clenched rhythmically around Darius’ length, the pressure becoming almost unbearable in its intensity. Every squeeze, every flutter of those intimate muscles threatened to undo his carefully maintained control.

With a particularly deep thrust that had Robin crying out his title like a prayer, Darius felt the last threads of his restraint beginning to snap. The sight of Robin—his Robin—lost to pleasure beneath him, those emerald eyes glazed with ecstasy and that clever mouth forming silent prayers of pleasure, was more intoxicating than any wine.

Even through the haze of his mounting desire, Darius watched with a mix of amusement and primal satisfaction as Robin’s body moved with an instinctive grace that belied his innocence. Those lithe legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper with each thrust, and the demon lord couldn’t help but marvel at how naturally Robin responded to him. For all his shy hesitation and blushing protests, the boy’s body knew exactly what it wanted.

“Your Grace,” Robin gasped, his voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust. “I can’t— It’s too much— I—”

“Can’t what, my little bird?” Darius purred, maintaining his relentless rhythm. He watched with undisguised pleasure as Robin’s eyes fluttered, caught between staying open to meet his gaze and rolling back in ecstasy. “Can’t take it? Or can’t get enough?”

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