My Xianxia Harem Life

”That’s my girl,” Riley murmured, his voice dark and approving.

His hands roamed down her body, sliding over her trembling thighs, caressing her soft skin as he adjusted his angle.

Fay gasped when she felt the shift, the deeper press of him inside her.

And then, Riley moved.

This time, it was different.

The slow, careful strokes he had started with grew firmer, more deliberate. He wasn’t rushing—no, he was still taking his time—but there was an unmistakable shift in his control. He was testing her, pushing deeper, drawing out the pleasure that had just begun to bloom within her.

Fay’s breathing grew ragged, her moans coming faster, sweeter, her body arching to meet his thrusts.

”Ohhh…” she gasped, her fingers curling into his shoulders, her nails digging lightly into his skin.

Riley groaned, his grip on her thighs tightening.

”Fuck, Fay… you feel so good.”

The praise made her shiver.

She could feel everything—the slow drag of his cock as he pulled out, the delicious stretch as he pushed back in, the way her body clung to him, desperate to keep him inside. The heat between them was unbearable, overwhelming, perfect.

”More,” she whispered, her voice shaky, needy.

Riley’s eyes darkened at her plea. ”More?”

Fay nodded, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses.

She barely recognized herself in this moment, barely understood how she had gone from pain to this—this wild, intoxicating need that had taken over her.

Riley let out a low, approving growl. ”Good girl.”

And then, he gave her more.

His pace quickened, his strokes growing deeper, fuller, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Fay cried out, her head tilting back, her body arching against him as the intensity built higher and higher.

”Ahhh… Riley…!”

Her moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies moving together, the wet, rhythmic slaps of their joining.

She was drowning in sensation, lost in the pleasure that was now all-consuming.

And Riley—Riley was right there with her, guiding her, worshipping her, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

”You’re amazing, Fay,” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. ”So amazing.”

Fay barely had the breath to respond, but she knew—she was his.

And she would never want anything else.

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Riley began to slowly push Fay to the edge, his movements deliberate and measured as he eased himself inside Fay.

He could feel her body tense at first, the initial stretch causing her to bite her lip in a mix of pain and anticipation.

But Riley was patient, his hands gently caressing her hips, his lips brushing against her neck in soft, reassuring kisses.

He wanted her to feel every inch of him, to savor the connection between them as their bodies melded together.

As Fay adjusted to his size, Riley gradually increased his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more rhythmic.

The pain that had once been present melted away, replaced by a growing warmth that spread through her core.

Fay’s breath hitched, her moans growing louder as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate to feel him as deeply as possible.

Riley’s hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every sensitive spot that made her shiver.

He could feel her trembling beneath him, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him for dear life.

The faint marks she left behind seemed to heal almost instantly, a testament to the raw, primal energy that surged between them.

Fay’s mind was a blur of pleasure, her thoughts consumed by the way Riley moved inside her, each thrust sending jolts of ecstasy through her entire being.

”Riley,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need.

”You feel… incredible. I can’t—I can’t get enough of you.”

Her words spurred him on, his pace quickening as he drove into her with renewed intensity.

Fay’s moans grew louder, her body arching against his as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.

She could feel herself teetering on the edge, her muscles tightening around him as the pressure within her coiled tighter and tighter.

”I’m close,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

”Riley, I’m so close…”

Riley didn’t need to be told twice. He shifted slightly, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside her that made her cry out in pleasure.

Fay’s hands clawed at his back, her body trembling as the first waves of her climax began to crash over her.

She could feel herself unraveling, the tension in her core snapping as pleasure exploded through her in relentless waves.

”I’m coming!” she screamed, her voice breaking as her body convulsed around him.

Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, milking him as she rode out the most intense orgasm of her life.

The sensation was overwhelming, her vision blurring as her entire body quaked with the force of her release.

She clung to Riley, her nails leaving faint marks on his skin as she struggled to hold on to reality.

Riley groaned, his own release building as he felt her climax around him.

He thrust into her one last time, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside her, their shared pleasure binding them together in a moment of pure, unbridled ecstasy.

For what felt like an eternity, they lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal.

Fay’s mind was still reeling, her body humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She had never felt anything like it—Riley had taken her to heights she didn’t even know existed, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever come back down.

”That was… incredible,” she murmured, her voice soft and breathless as she nuzzled against his chest. ”I don’t think I’ll ever be the same after that.”

Riley chuckled softly, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her back.

”Neither will I,” he admitted, his voice filled with a mixture of satisfaction and awe.

”You’re amazing, Fay. Absolutely amazing.”