My Xianxia Harem Life

Riley, however, only smirked. His gaze darkened with approval, his fingers tracing along her waist before slowly—deliberately—moving upward.

Today, Ava would learn.

And Riley would make sure she never forgot.

Riley pulled away from the kiss, his lips curving into a smirk as his gaze trailed downward, drinking in the sight of Ava’s bare, heaving chest. Her breasts were perfect—round, full, and inviting, their soft curves rising and falling with each unsteady breath she took.

The cool air kissed her flushed skin, making her nipples tighten into stiff peaks, and Riley felt his own body heat up at the sight.

He reached out, his fingers grazing over her delicate skin before cupping the warm, supple flesh in his hands. He gave an experimental squeeze, testing their softness, relishing the way her breasts molded so perfectly against his palms.

”You have a beautiful pair of white rabbits, Ava,” he murmured, his voice husky with appreciation. ”I love them.”

His words sent a shiver down Ava’s spine, but she had no time to respond before Riley’s hands began their exploration in earnest.

He kneaded and molded, pressing and teasing, his fingers moving with both reverence and greed.

He squeezed just hard enough to make her gasp, rolling the sensitive mounds between his palms, testing how much she could take.

The more he touched her, the more her body reacted—her breaths came faster, her skin flushed a deeper shade of red, and soft moans began slipping from her lips, betraying the pleasure she was beginning to drown in.

Riley’s fingers danced over the sensitive peaks, pinching, tugging, teasing, until Ava’s head tilted back in helpless surrender.

A deep satisfaction curled in his chest at the sight.

Her once-pristine, untouched skin now bore his marks—delicate, reddened imprints from his fingers, evidence of his ownership. It was a sight that only made his hunger grow.

Ava trembled beneath his touch.

”Ohhh…” she moaned involuntarily, the sound slipping past her lips before she could stop it.

She couldn’t believe how good this felt. Never in her life had she imagined a man’s touch could send such waves of pleasure crashing through her, making her body feel weightless and weak.

And yet, Riley was only getting started.

Just as her mind began to cloud with pleasure, Riley suddenly leaned in.

”Ahhh—!”

Ava gasped as his lips closed around one of her stiff pink peaks, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud in slow, teasing strokes before pulling it into the heat of his mouth.

The sudden sensation sent a jolt straight through her body, her core tightening as warmth pooled low in her abdomen.

He sucked.

Deep, slow pulls, savoring her taste, his lips sealed around her like a man starved. His tongue swirled, teasing in maddening circles, alternating between flicks and deep, intoxicating pressure.

Every motion sent shivers of pleasure rolling through Ava, her body arching into his mouth as if begging for more.

And Riley?

Riley took his time.

He played with her, testing her reactions, delighting in every breathy moan, every shudder that wracked her body.

His other hand remained busy, kneading the breast he had yet to claim, his fingers rolling the stiff peak between them, pinching just enough to make her whimper.

Then, just as she thought she had adjusted to the pleasure, he bit down.

A sharp, electric pleasure surged through Ava, making her cry out as her entire body tensed. It wasn’t painful—no, it was something more, something overwhelming, something that sent heat coursing through her veins and pooling deep in her core.

Riley chuckled against her skin, his breath warm as he licked over the abused bud, soothing it before moving to its neglected twin.

He captured it between his lips, repeating the same torturous process, dragging out every moan, every gasp, making sure she felt every second of his attention.

Her fingers curled into his shoulders, her nails digging in, but Riley only took it as encouragement.

His free hand slid lower, tracing down her waist, exploring the curves of her hips, his fingertips teasing the edge of her last remaining clothing.

He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, could sense how wet she was becoming, and the knowledge sent a dark thrill through him.

Ava was losing herself to pleasure.

And the affair between them had only just begun.

”Ughhh…”

Ava moaned as Riley’s hand finally cupped her most intimate place, his firm palm pressing against the damp heat between her legs.

Even with the barrier of her robes, she could feel the scorching warmth of his touch seeping through the fabric, setting fire to her every nerve.

His fingers curled slightly, teasing, pressing just enough to send shudders through her body. He didn’t need to see beneath her robes to know how soaked she was—he could feel it.

The thin fabric was already damp, clinging to her folds, betraying the sheer extent of her arousal.

Ava’s breath hitched, her body tensing under his touch.

She wasn’t just wet—she was drenched, her desire spilling forth in waves she had never experienced before. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and utterly thrilling.

There was no doubt in her mind that Riley could sense it too. The way her hips instinctively pushed against his hand, silently begging for more. The way her thighs trembled at his slightest movement.

The way her breath came faster, turning into shallow pants of anticipation.

The realization sent a deep, electric shiver through her.

She had never felt this before—this raw, aching need, this desperate craving for a man’s touch. It was unlike anything she had imagined, unlike anything she had dared to dream.

And yet, she wanted more.

She needed more.

A low whimper escaped her lips as Riley applied the slightest bit of pressure, pressing his palm more firmly against her.

The heat of his hand burned through the soaked fabric of her robes, and she swore she could feel every line of his fingers, every ridge of his palm, as if there were no barrier between them at all.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, her body alight with sensations she had never known before.

There was something deep inside her—something coiling, twisting, bubbling with an intensity that made her feel like she was on the edge of a precipice.

A pressure.

A heat.

A longing.

It pooled deep within her cunt, pulsing, demanding release.

She didn’t quite understand it, but she wanted to. She wanted to experience it fully, to surrender to it completely, to let it consume her without hesitation.

And there was no one else she would rather share this moment with.

Riley.

The man she adored.

The man who had completely and utterly unraveled her with a single touch.