My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

She loved him, and that was the greatest gift the heavens could have bestowed upon him. He was too busy being grateful to even dream of blaming her.

Look away!

Cedric and Jacob simultaneously turned their heads away, hitting the elevator button to go down in perfect unison.

“Wonderful, fantastic, the boss and Ms. Nightshade are finally together.”

After reaching the ground floor, Cedric was still a bit dazed, almost walking straight into a pillar in his excitement. Luckily, Jacob was there to catch him.

“Cedric, it’s great that the CEO and Ms. Nightshade are together, but do you have to be this happy?”

“You don’t understand,” Cedric waved dismissively. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Ever since he became the CEO’s assistant and discovered his secret, he had been looking forward to this moment. Seeing the two lovers finally come together was a joy beyond compare, even more so than getting a raise or a promotion.

Especially since Ms. Nightshade once again saved the boss from the brink of despair today.

The sky was dark, with torrential rain ravaged the city, and occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the office through the large windows, casting light on the tightly embraced couple inside.

Orion held Xanthea on the desk, his hand buried in her drenched hair, pressing the back of her head gently, forcing her to endure his intense and passionate kisses.

C

His kiss this time was different from the usual fierce and domineering ones. It carried a hint of tenderness, as if he was slowly savoring her presence, gradually tasting her sweetness and breath, making Xanthea involuntarily close her eyes and try to respond.

The girl’s cautious and clumsy attempt was like a poisoned hook, igniting a desire within the man, tearing through his gentle facade to reveal a strong and savage side.

Just as he was about to lift her shirt, she turned her head away, coughing slightly.

“Come rough, cough.”

ound, her cheeks blushed a beautiful shade of red, not sure if it was from the lack of air due to his lengthy and intense kisses, or perhaps a cold.

Orion, noticing her complexion, came back to his senses, a trace of annoyance in his eyes.

She had run through the rain, soaking wet and cold, and he had been so lost in his desire that he hadn’t considered her condition.

“Are you cold?”

Orion turned up the thermostat, took off his coat to wrap her in it, his warm hands constantly rubbing, trying to warm her small hands.

Xanthea hadn’t felt cold when she arrived, only heartbroken. Now that her emotions were settling, she felt a bit of a chill, though she suspected it was from his kiss.

“A little.”

She noticed at his chest, his shirt clinging to his skin from hugging her too tightly and getting wet, and shyly pointed, “Orion, I think I got you wet.”

The girl said this with innocent confusion, like a spark in oil, reigniting his just–doused desire.

Orion’s deep eyes narrowed slightly, looking at her with an unspoken depth, “So, should I get you wet too?”

Huh?

Xanthea looked at him puzzled. What did he mean? Wasn’t she already wet from the rain?