My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 48

Xanthea drew close unintentionally, a faint, sweet scent of iris wafting into his nostrils, intoxicating like a potion, magnifying her stunning beauty before his eyes. The lingering thrill from moments ago surged anew, destabilizing his composure.

“I’ve got a tutor at home, I’ll have her come up.

He set down his pool cue and turned to head downstairs, but Xanthea, arms crossed, teased him from behind, “Oh, it seems you can’t handle it, Mr. Lockwood.”

Her words stopped him in his tracks.

In the next instant, before Xanthea could react, he grasped her hand and firmly pinned her against the pool table. “Spread your fingers, arch the joints upwards slowly, thumb pushed

close to the index finger to secure the cue properly, so it won’t slip.”

up

His voice, deep and resonant, echoed in her ears. Xanthea was still lost in his fluid, assertive moves. She tried to move but found his strength overwhelming; her body felt incredibly warm, like being near a blazing fire.

it really just a harmless joke

“Wow!”

covered his mouth with chubby hands, thinking how

was like a comic book scene, where a muscular wolf pounces on a fluffy, adorable

blushed, half-wishing she could cover his eyes, perhaps because their current position

her scattered thoughts, she followed

hand a palm and a half away from the tip of the

I’m getting the

prominent nose. It was a tingling sensation, stirring the suppressed excitement inside him

as his voice grew hoarse, “Focus

game, but the heat from his body was rising, scorching enough

Lockwood, are you feeling

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Chapter 48

“Focus on the game.”