My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 342

As soon as Xanthea crashed into Orion’s embrace, she caught a whiff of a familiar, fresh, and elegant fragrance.

Looking down, she saw a bouquet of vibrant purple irises beneath his large coat. She looked at him, astonished and delighted. “Its inses!”

Her amber eyes sparkled like the brightest stars in the sky, mesmerizingly beautiful.

Onion’s dark eyes deepened, and he couldn’t resist brushing his lips against her forehead. “Do you like them, sweetheart?”

1 love them, absolutely love them!”

Xanthea wrapped her arms around his neck, cuddling up to him like a fluffy little red fox nuzzling its owner, cooing and snuggling affectionately. Her soft, sweet destures ignited a burning desire within him, and he pulled her closer, ready to kiss her.

But just as he leaned in, she playfully lifted the bouquet between them, and his kiss landed on the petals instead. But his smitten gaze not fading in the slightest.

“Haha!” Xanthea giggled him mischievously, “Orion, were you aiming to devour the flowers?”

Onion looked up at the radiant girl under the moonlight, her smile as bright as the flowers she held. He replied in a long, meaningful tone, 1 indeed wanted to devour the flower”

“You cant!”

her sensitive waist and began to tickle her

the garden late at night and might

give

dangerous glint flashing in his dark gaze. “Will you

“Yes, yes!”

offering the flowers to him, but he suddenly leaned over them and kissed

“You pervert!”

hit him, but he pulled both her and the flowers tightly

beat of his heart reverberated through his firm chest, slowly turning her cheeks pink. A deep sigh escaped him, “Whether

lifetime, you can only be ‘devoured‘ by

like those of a crazed fanatic, they made

that? What if I

could finish her sentence, Orion’s grip tightened, his eyes burning with a

he might actually swallow her whole,

“It’s too late”

“hahaha, Orion, no.”

frozen in place. After a moment, when there were no signs of anyone coming, she breathed a sigh of relief and let go. “That scared me.

we go to the lakeside?” Orion’s voice was hoarse, his dark

Lockwood, what are you suggesting?” Xanthea teased, tugging at his earlobe, “Sneaking into houses in the middle of the night to kidnap an innocent

her wrist, kissing it tenderly, his voice thick with desire.