My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 145

“Xan, oh, Xan.”

Orion’s kiss was forceful, almost frenzied, like a man crazed by an addiction, utterly consumed.

“Let go, let me go! Mmm!

Xanthea felt his bites and kisses fierce as if he were a wild animal at feeding time, her lips numb and painful, as if her skin was about to peel off.

Worst of all, she was running out of air; her mouth and lungs felt vacuumed clean, blinding flashes of light darting across her vision.

This rogue, this villain, not only dared to assault her but now seemed intent on suffocating her too!

Her feeble attempts to punch his solid chest became weaker, her breaths shallow and faint.

Just as she felt on the verge of passing out, Orion released her.

prisoner, Xanthea pushed him away, gasping for fresh air. After a few moments, she regained some strength and glared at him furiously, “How dare you! An audacious

sound from deep within his throat. He wanted more than just to dare;

his chuckle, Xanthea looked up, puzzled, only to meet his eyes,

did that

“Mmm!”

again, as

how

against his chest, seemed futile and

from lack of air, but this time,

light, her resistance ceased, and she nearly wanted to close

this new sensation,

and, lost in a haze of lust, he reluctantly let her go, noticing her swollen, tender

okay?

her plea made her even more