My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 135

Orion dashed to the backwoods, scanning the surroundings, but Xanthea was nowhere to be seen.

His expression was sharp, his eyes filled with intense panic and anxiety, as if he could devour the entire eerie, silent forest.

However, the next moment, a breathtakingly beautiful figure sliced through the darkness, rushing straight toward him from the cliff like a sprite of the night.

Xanthea, terrified and disoriented, was running so fast the scenery around her blurred. Suddenly, she saw the tall, striking figure of a man—Orion!

At that moment, she felt as if she had seen her savior, and without a second thought, she dashed toward him.

"Ah—"

"Orion, save me!!!"

She crashed into his arms like a disheveled, enchanting fox, knocking him back a few steps, his heart skipping a beat.

"Xan," Orion held her tightly, his heart finally settling, "Don't be scared, I'm here."

"Snakes! There are snakes! Ahhh!"

Xanthea screamed, climbing up his body, clinging to him as if he were a lifeline.

Snakes?

Orion focused his gaze and saw a patterned snake swiftly approaching. As Xanthea moved, the snake leaped up.

Fortunately, before it could wrap around her ankle, it found itself in the firm grasp of Orion.

He crushed its life out, its body bursting open, blood splattering, and the two pieces of its writhing body on the ground sent a clear signal to its mates, who quickly entwined and ceased their pursuit.

Orion continued approaching, his murderous eyes and the blood dripping from his fingertips spreading a thick scent of blood through the forest, sending the snakes scattering in a desperate escape.

Just as he said, the fearsome, patterned snakes that had littered the ground were gone. She almost cried with relief, "Ohhh, I was so scared, you can put me down now."

Hearing her request to be put down, Orion paused.

In his arms, the girl's dress was disheveled from running and the scare, her shoulder bare, her slender form fitting perfectly against him, every tremble of her soft skin bringing him an incomparable sense of pleasure.

Like a poppy flower, irresistibly addictive, impossible to let go.

"I think I just saw another one."

"Ah!"

Before he had even finished speaking, Xanthea clung to him tighter, as if to merge into him, eliciting a low moan from him, "Mmm."