Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2582

Andrew let out two beast-like, heavy gasps. His consciousness hovered in a semi-comatose state, leaving his body entirely governed by its most primal instincts, meaning he had no idea what he was doing.

While he might have been unaware, Shiloh, pinned beneath him, felt everything with terrifying clarity.

She could not believe she was actually being intimate with Andrew, and it was already reaching its final stage. The man on top of her was like a wild animal, engaged in the unspeakable act. Her black dress was torn, clearly revealing the bloody scratches on her fair arms, thighs, and shoulders, leaving no doubt about what she had just endured.

That overwhelming force made Shiloh, despite being a martial emperor, feel as if she might be torn apart at any second.

"Bastard!" she gritted through her teeth, tears streaking from her eyes. She threw a palm strike straight at Andrew's forehead.

Yet, Andrew's reaction was unnaturally fast. He continued pounding her, but his hands caught her striking wrists. Then, he roughly pinned her arms down without a shred of gentleness.

After trying to pull her arms free a couple of times, Shiloh's heart sank into despair.

Andrew's current state was unsettling, and the power erupting from his body gave her a feeling of hopelessness, as if she were teetering on the edge of an abyss.

The relentless, rhythmic pounding continued.

Shiloh arched her slender, pale neck back, her eyes burning with rage and humiliated fury. She wanted to kill Andrew, to end this bastard, but all resistance was futile. In fact, her repeated struggles and defiance only seemed to excite and agitate him further, his heavy gasps turning into full-on roars.

Suddenly, a low, involuntary moan escaped her lips.

Shiloh's brows furrowed deeply, and her neck arched back even more. The faint outlines of veins and her collarbone stood out under the dim light.

She wanted to hate him, to kill him, yet she could not summon that deep-seated loathing from within her heart.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the man on top of her slumped to his knees and then collapsed to the ground, unconscious. His bulging muscles gradually relaxed, and his scorching body released steam in the damp cave air.

Andrew's crimson eyes were now closed, and he looked both satisfied and weary.

Shiloh curled her delicate body into a ball, shivering slightly beside the water pool. It was not from cold or fear, but from massive physical exertion. Her body was convulsing, her muscles twitching, and she was bathed in a sweet sweat, relying solely on a sliver of tenacious will to avoid passing out.

The feeling was entirely new to her. She glanced down at herself with shame, then averted her eyes and squeezed them shut.

Everything had gone far beyond her expectations. Despite feeling deeply exhausted, she also felt an inexplicable and profound sense of satisfaction.