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Chapter 225 Spring · Oct 28, 2026

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201 Chapter 201 Requiem 2026-10-28
202 Chapter 202 Longer 2026-10-28
203 Chapter 203 Network 2026-10-28
204 Chapter 204 Passport 2026-10-28
205 Chapter 205 Fantastique 2026-10-28
206 Chapter 206 Snap 2026-10-28
207 Chapter 207 Grind 2026-10-28
208 Chapter 208 Exposure 2026-10-28
209 Chapter 209 Inspiration 2026-10-28
210 Chapter 210 Summon 2026-10-28
211 Chapter 211 Perpetual 2026-10-28
212 Chapter 212 Dimension 2026-10-28
213 Chapter 213 Ace 2026-10-28
214 Chapter 214 Available 2026-10-28
215 Chapter 215 Suspect 2026-10-28
216 Chapter 216 Bag 2026-10-28
217 Chapter 217 Time 2026-10-28
218 Chapter 218 Rain 2026-10-28
219 Chapter 219 Chemistry 2026-10-28
220 Chapter 220 Monarchy 2026-10-28
221 Chapter 221 Grumpy 2026-10-28
222 Chapter 222 Pillar 2026-10-28
223 Chapter 223 Unsolicited 2026-10-28
224 Chapter 224 Cosplay 2026-10-28
225 Chapter 225 Spring 2026-10-28
226 Chapter 226 Banner 2026-10-28
227 Chapter 227 Apothecary 2026-10-28
228 Chapter 228 Holiday 2026-10-28
229 Chapter 229 Habit 2026-10-28
230 Chapter 230 Brilliant 2026-10-28
231 Chapter 231 Divine 2026-10-28
232 Chapter 232 Ink 2026-10-28
233 Chapter 233 Legendary 2026-10-28
234 Chapter 234 Tag 2026-10-28
235 Chapter 235 Market 2026-10-28
236 Chapter 236 Fog 2026-10-28
237 Chapter 237 Wisdom 2026-10-28
238 Chapter 238 Forever 2026-10-28
239 Chapter 239 Chocolate 2026-10-28
240 Chapter 240 Character 2026-10-28
241 Chapter 241 Direction 2026-10-28
242 Chapter 242 Engineer 2026-10-28
243 Chapter 243 Rule 2026-10-28
244 Chapter 244 Riddle 2026-10-28
245 Chapter 245 Ping 2026-10-28
246 Chapter 246 Design 2026-10-28
247 Chapter 247 Browser 2026-10-28
248 Chapter 248 Mirror 2026-10-28
249 Chapter 249 Channel 2026-10-28
250 Chapter 250 Praise 2026-10-28

Chapter 225: Chapter 225 Spring

Riley didn’t move at first. He picked Thea’s condition above his own. He was really a considerate lover. The best in the world if Riley had any say on the matter.

He hovered above her, breathing deeply, as if giving her time—not just to prepare, but to decide.

His gaze stayed locked on Thea’s face, watching every flicker of emotion, every breath, every wince and tremble.

Only when she gave him the faintest nod did he whisper, ”I’m going to move now, Thea.”

Her lips parted. ”Okay,” she replied softly, her voice barely audible. She bit down gently on her lower lip, bracing herself for what was to come.

She expected pain—and pain came. It was nothing she has experienced in life. The stretch was unreal.

The first motion was slow, careful. He pulled back just enough, then eased forward again.

Even though he was being gentle, the pressure, the stretching, was intense.

Her fingers curled into the sheets, her brows knitted together as a sharp gasp escaped her lips.

”Ahh—”

He paused, waiting. Being patient all the time.

She didn’t tell him to stop.

He resumed, moving with more intention but still maintaining that slow, steady pace.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of skin against skin, of shared breath, of something raw and quiet being born between them.

Her body resisted at first, tight and tense, but the rhythm he created was hypnotic.

He wasn’t rough—he was deliberate. Measured. Patient.

Each thrust coaxed her body to open, to yield, and though the sting lingered, it began to mingle with something else.

A spark. A warmth blooming deep within her.

Riley leaned down, brushing his lips across her cheek, murmuring something she didn’t quite hear.

Maybe her name. Maybe a reassurance.

Thea’s hands found his shoulders, clutching him as if to anchor herself.

She was still hurting, yes—but the edges of the pain were softening, melting slowly into something strange and sweet.

Her breaths turned from harsh gasps to shaky moans.

”Mmmh...” she whimpered as her hips, despite herself, began to move with his—tentatively at first, then in sync, guided by instinct and sensation.

”You’re doing so well,” Riley whispered into her ear. His voice was low, steady, and it wrapped around her like a blanket.

Thea didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her body was speaking for her now—trembling under him, surrendering, learning.

And as the rhythm deepened, so did the connection.

Not just flesh to flesh, but something more. Something unspoken.

Pak

Riley could barely hold himself together.

The way Thea’s body responded to him—tight, warm, impossibly soft—ignited something primal in him.

Each slow thrust was like feeding a fire he didn’t know he carried, and her soft moans, the way her fingers clawed gently into his back, only pulled him deeper into the flames.

She was perfect. New. Untouched before this moment.

The knowledge that he was the first to feel her like this—inside and out—sent a wave of heat coursing through his body.

It wasn’t just lust. It was possessive, addictive.

He wanted to be the only one she ever knew. The only one she would ever look at this way, hold this way, surrender to.

Her body clung to him like it had always belonged to him. Each movement, each pull and press, made his breath stutter.

It was like she was made to fit him, and as she opened more to him, soft cries spilling from her lips, Riley felt like he was coming undone in the most beautiful way.

And she... she was learning. Her gasps had shifted into moans, her initial stiffness slowly melting into movement.

Hesitant at first, but now she met him—tentatively—her hips rising to match his rhythm, as if instinct had taken over.

Riley groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

Her scent—sweet, warm, and faintly musky—made his head spin.

He licked a trail along her collarbone, and she shivered beneath him.

”You feel incredible,” he whispered, his voice low and broken with desire. ”So warm... so tight...”

Thea whimpered in response, her nails dragging softly down his back.

Her walls fluttered around him, squeezing with each thrust, and Riley swore under his breath.

He could feel how close she was, how her breathing hitched, how her thighs trembled around his waist.

”I—I don’t know what’s happening,” she whispered, eyes wide and glazed with pleasure and obvious lust.

”You’re close,” he said, pressing his forehead against hers. ”Just let go, Thea. I’ve got you. Come for me now.”

He shifted his angle slightly, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her cry out.

”Riley!” she gasped, her voice rising with desperation.

Her whole body arched into him, and she clung to him as if the world would fall away if she let go.

Riley felt her tighten, pulse, and then—she broke.

She cried his name, high and breathless, as pleasure crashed through her.

Her inner walls convulsed around him, gripping him tightly as her orgasm tore through her like a wave she couldn’t stop.

Her body shook beneath him, sweat-damp and flushed, completely overwhelmed.

He held her through it, watching her fall apart beneath him with awe.

And it was too much—her voice, her body, the way she looked at him like he was the only thing in the world.

With a deep groan, Riley followed her into release.

His hips stuttered as he spilled into her, clutching her close like she might vanish if he didn’t hold on.

His whole body trembled, the pleasure blinding in its intensity.

For several moments, neither of them moved. Their breaths came in ragged sync, bodies slick and tangled, hearts racing like drums in the quiet aftermath.

He pressed a kiss to her temple, his hand brushing the damp strands of hair from her face.

”You okay?” he murmured, still breathless.

Thea nodded, eyes still closed, a dazed smile on her lips. ”I... I didn’t expect that.”

He chuckled softly and kissed her again—on her cheek this time, then her jaw, then down to the corner of her mouth.

”Neither did I.”

And in the stillness, wrapped in each other’s warmth, it felt like something more than just desire had passed between them.

Something tender. Something real.

And of course, they didn’t stop at just that.

What began as exploration became indulgence—then obsession.

Riley had more to give, and Thea, caught in the gravity of him, had no desire to resist.

He guided her, held her, praised her.

He taught her how to move, how to arch her back just right, how to roll her hips until they both trembled.

And she learned quickly—her eagerness, her hunger, fueling his own.

Every time he touched her, it was like he was discovering her all over again.

Every sound she made, every gasp, every whispered moan—it only pushed him further.

And Riley was determined to give her everything. Every position. Every sensation.

Every dark, delicious promise between the lines of her innocence.

They didn’t just explore what was in the book—they rewrote it.

He took her from behind, her cheek pressed into the pillows as he gripped her waist and drove into her, slow and deep.

He lifted her legs to his shoulders and filled her in ways she never thought possible.

He spun her onto her side, onto his lap, onto the edge of the bed—and she followed each time with flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, and trembling limbs.

Thea had never imagined her body could feel this much.

She cried out again and again, her voice growing hoarse with pleasure.

Her body quivered beneath his touch, over and over, until it wasn’t just her voice breaking—it was something inside her, something soft and hidden, now laid bare under his hands.

”More,” she whispered once, surprising even herself.

And Riley gave it to her.

He made her beg. He made her shiver.

He made her come again—until her body, sensitive and aching, responded to the lightest of touches like sparks to dry wood.

But he didn’t just take. He gave. He kissed her between the peaks of passion.

He held her when the pleasure became too much.

He whispered her name like a vow, over and over, grounding her in the storm he created.

When she could no longer stay on her back, he pulled her gently onto him.

”Ride me,” he said softly, his voice dark with desire. ”Let me see you like that.”

And she did.

With trembling thighs and flushed cheeks, Thea straddled him.

Her hands rested on his chest as she sank down slowly, moaning at the stretch, the fullness.

Her head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut as she began to move—awkwardly at first, but with more rhythm as Riley’s hands found her hips and guided her into a slow, rolling rhythm.

”Ahhhhhh...” she moaned, the sound sweet and high as she bounced atop him, her body lit from within, her hair cascading down like a curtain of silk.

Riley’s gaze never left her.

Watching her fall apart above him, her body arching and writhing with each grind of her hips—it nearly undid him.

”Just like that,” he breathed. ”You’re beautiful, Thea. So goddamn beautiful.”

The bed creaked softly beneath them, the sheets tangled around their limbs, the room heavy with heat and the scent of sweat and skin.

Time lost all meaning.

Their bodies kept moving, kept chasing the edge, again and again.

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