My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

-Should she call Onion?

-Forget it. Once he walks in and sees her like this, there’s no telling if he might lose control. After all, he’s someone who even reacts to Just a hug.

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-Better check if there’s anything she can wear first.

Xanthea opened the simple wardrobe attached to the bathroom. Inside were a few temporary men’s suits.

A shirt might work. It was a standard 2XL size, and the hem would just reach her thighs. But there was one thing that was a bit awkward. Cedric brought over some clothes. Orion approached the bathroom and knocked gently, “Xannie, you done?”

“Uh, yeah!”

Orion opened the door and was about to hand over the clothes when he saw the slender figure slowly emerging from behind the wardrobe door. His gaze suddenly froze.

Fresh out of the shower the girl’s exquisite face was flushed with the warmth of the steam, her skin smooth and soft. Her thick black curls dripped water, which trickled down her long elegant neck, over her well–defined collarbone, and finally disappeared into the white

shirt.

The shirt she was wearing was his.

The oversized men’s shirt barely concealed her slender, graceful figure. The thin fabric, illuminated by the bright lights in the room, faintly revealed her captivating curves.

A spark ignited in Orion’s dark eyes, burning intensely. He forced himself to look away when he saw the girl shyly wrapping her arms around her chest.

But then, his gaze inadvertently fell to her bare, slender, alabaster legs, peeking out from beneath the shirt’s hem. He made a throaty swallow, his eyes burning even more intensely

Xanthea noticed his reaction and, fearing he might think she was deliberately trying to seduce him by wearing his shirt, quickly waved her hands to explain, “Don’t misunderstand me!”

“I had no clothes to change into, so I just grabbed one of yours from the wardrobe. Can you help me wait, what are you holding?” “Nothing.”

Orion’s voice had, become hoarse at some point. He dropped the bag of clothes he was holding and started walking towards her. Xanthea, seeing his fervent look and intense gaze, panicked, “W–What are you doing?”

“I want”

Want? Want what?

“You don’t come any closer!”

In her panic, Xanthea tried to cover herself, but her attempts to evade and refuse had no effect to deter him.

Orion grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, and pressing her firmly against the steamy bathroom wall.

He leaned in to kiss her. But just then, she let out a sneeze, “Achool”

The air tensed. Xanthea blinked and said awkwardly, “I think I might have a cold”

Orion looked at her wet hair dripping water, and fought his unbearable desire, closing his fiery eyes. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Don’t move, let me hold you for a bit”

This little temptress, why was every move she made so adorable, and every smile so enticing? Why was every part of her body so beautiful? Beautiful enough that it set him on fire with desire, making him unable to control himself, always wanting her.

Oh, okay!

Xanthea felt his intense yet restrained desire and nodded, asking softly, “Orion, can you…?”

Dont tease me.

xanther: “777” When did she even tease him?