My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 345

"I didn't say nothing."

"Liar! You just said..."

Xanthea's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her voice trailing off midway.

Orion's lips curved into a mischievous smile, "I said what? Hmm? Why won't you finish, Xannie?"

"You’re so bad!"

Xanthea lightly punched his chest. He was trying to get her to call him "hubby," truly a Sly Fox!

Orion laughed happily, leaning closer to her ear. His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an irresistible charm, "Babe, I want to..."

"Want?! Want in your dreams!"

Xanthea quickly buttoned up her shirt, afraid that if she took any longer, he’d devour her completely, "You better zip up."

Orion: "I can't. Help me, Xannie."

Xanthea bit her lip, her seductive and alluring face glowing like a rose blooming in the night, mesmerizing the man.

"Orion, you're crossing the line!"

She had been lenient with him, considering his hard work for the whole day, but he was getting more and more audacious!

"It's all because you’re too beautiful."

Orion leaned in to kiss her again, but Xanthea pushed him away and pretended to leave, "It's getting late. I should go back."

"Don't go!"

She was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace, hearing his husky voice with a hint of pleading, as if he turned from a fox to an adorable puppy. She was instantly touched.

"I’ll be good."

"???" Xanthea looked puzzled, "You kissed me?!"

Orion chuckled, realizing she didn't know, "I performed CPR."

Stealing a taste of his darling was sweet as forbidden fruit.

"Oh, I recognized you by the iris tattoo on your chest."

Xanthea's small hand sneaked under his shirt, gently touching the blooming iris tattoo on his right chest and the faint burn scars beneath it.

The scars, untouched for years, were exceedingly sensitive. The girl's tender and delicate fingers brushed it gently, stirring a strong desire within him, darkening his eyes, and making his voice hoarse, "Xannie, don't touch it."

His refusal, though filled with barely restrained passion, hurt her. She quickly withdrew her hand.

Were they indeed his taboo?

She wanted to ask about his childhood, to know who left these scars on him, to understand him completely, but she feared that she might reopen his old wounds.