My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel 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.

Like a reprieved 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 rogue, assaulting a lady of my standing!"

He chuckled, a low, gruff sound from deep within his throat. He wanted more than just to dare; he wanted her.

Hearing his chuckle, Xanthea looked up, puzzled, only to meet his eyes, burning with an unsatisfied, feverish madness.

What did that look mean?

"Mmm!"

In a flash, he was upon her again, as if her moment to breathe was a mere timeout.