My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Although Onion’s touch was gentle, almost like a caress, having someone firmly grasp the most delicate and fragile part of her body still sent shivers down her spine, and she felt like her wrist could be broken at any moment.

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“Maximus, what on earth are you doing!”

All the calm, indifferent composure Phoenix had maintained shattered the moment she saw Prescott. Panic started to set in Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Tve said it before, all the lowlifes coveting you must die, especially him.”

His chilling voice echoed in Xanthea’s ears, making her skin crawl. “Since you like him, III make his death a special one. How about! slowly slice off his flesh?”

mitially, Xanthea thought he was just playing the part of a creep, but after hearing his words, she began to fear that he might actually have a touch of madness hidden deep within him. Could them still be a remnant from his dark childhood?

Hearing his cruel words, a genuine fear arose in Phoenix’s heart that he might actually kill Prescott in his rage.

“Please, don’t kill him, Maximus. I’ll do anything if you spare him,”

She didn’t realize that the more she pleaded for Prescott, the more infuriated and violent Maximus became.

“Alright then.”

Onon’s thin lips twisted into a cold smirk as he leaned into her alluring figure.

His hot, intense breath was just inches away from her sensitive ear, carrying a strong scent of masculinity that quickly caused Xanthea’s cheeks to flush, spreading down to her neck. Her mouth went dry, and her heartbeat sped up, especially with her hands bound by him, hinting at an unspoken force

Xanthes couldn’t quite figure out what was happening to her.

In that moment, he wasn’t Maximus; he was Orion, the man she had unwittingly fallen for.

“Beg me

His low, husky whisper in her ear was irresistibly seductive.

“I beg you”

For Prescott, Phoenix lowered her head for the first time, breaking her noble resolve.

Maximus laughed with a mix of delight and fury.

He was delighted that she was finally submitting to him, but furious that she was doing it all for Prescott!

“Say you’re my woman, you’re Orion’s, and that you’ll only be with me for the rest of your life.”

“Ah

He was too close, his breath too intoxicating. Xanthea’s mind was a blur, scarcely noting the swap from Maximus’s name to his own, nor feeling the bite on her neck. She simply echoed, “I’m your woman, I’m Orion’s, and I’ll only be with you for the rest of my life.”

Her tender voice, lost and moan–like, which stirred Onion’s desires even more. His restrained breaths grew more intense, and the bite on her neck deepened.

Before Xanthea could even feel the pain on her neck, something felt off.

“Orion.”

In the next second, Orion swiftly let her go and walked towards the bedroom, as if fearing that delaying even a second would expose his fervent desire to devour her.

“That’s enough for today, you should go back”

His voice was hoarse as if his vocal cords were strained, increasing Xanthea’s suspicions about what lay beneath his surface. Could he