My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 144

The sweet intoxication of the wine breath gently wafted from the young woman’s lips, lightly cascading over the man’s sharply defined, cool marble–like face, igniting a burning heat. Accompanied by a lazy. sultry tone in her voice, Orion nearly stopped in his tracks, his eyes instantly deepened.

He looked down at the girl in his arms, her long, curled lashes fluttering slightly, shading eyes filled with the seductive glimmering lights. Her petite, dazzling face was flushed with the warmth of the drink, casting an enchanting glow on her cheeks. She gently bit her lush red lips with her teeth, a look of playful reproach as if struggling to bear some burden.

At that moment, she seemed to transform into a mesmerizing, soul–enticing fox, her clothes half–draped as she lay in his arms, gently pulling at his tie, beckoning him with a tender allure.

A spark of fiery desire ignited in Orion’s pupils, rapidly consuming his composure and restraint, as he felt the soft, fragrant embrace of the woman he had longed for in his arms. He wanted nothing more than to… Yet, Xanthea seemed unaware of the danger, one hand hooked around his neck, while the other teasingly caressed his face.

From his sculpted eyebrows to the deep hollows of his eyes, sliding down his prominent nose, ending at his thin lips.

Every spot her delicate fingers touched sparked tingling sensations, sending electric currents through his skin, radiating to every limb.

Orion’s gaze was intense, his Adam’s apple bobbing, every inch of his flesh and blood thrilled and boiling for her.

“Hmm?” Xanthea let out a single, intoxicating syllable, “Hey, boy, name your price?”

are you willing to

deep, barely concealed his growing desire. “That depends

her hand, her expression playfully

you want to serve me, good looks alone won’t cut it, a nice body can’t be lacking either! Let me

through the thin layer of his

if

at all what she

realizing that his physique was so

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more, no more, I’m

and turned to run, but it was

at her coquettish complaint, his pupils flooding with a deep, crimson

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ready to devour