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.

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

his throat. He wanted more than just to

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

did that look

“Mmm!”

her again, as if her moment to breathe was

how dare

punches, rhythmic against his chest, seemed futile and even carried a hint of

out again from lack of air, but

ceased, and she nearly wanted to close her eyes in

new sensation,

lust, he reluctantly

no More, okay?

her even more irresistible,