My Xianxia Harem Life

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They made love for hours—through the quiet of midnight, into the stillness of early morning.

It wasn’t always slow. At times, it was frantic, desperate, raw.

At others, it was soft and gentle. Most of it was wild and rough and Thea enjoyed every minute of it.

But no matter how they moved, it always brought them closer.

By the time the first light of dawn filtered through the window, Thea lay curled against Riley’s chest, her legs tangled with his, her body humming with lingering pleasure and exhaustion.

Her skin glowed with sweat, her lips kiss-bruised and parted slightly as she breathed him in.

Riley wrapped his arms around her, his lips pressed to her forehead.

”Did I wear you out?” he murmured with a faint smile.

She let out a sleepy, breathless laugh. ”Completely.”

He held her tighter, as if by doing so, he could keep her in this moment forever.

And as the sun began to rise, painting the room in gold, the two of them drifted into sleep—bodies entwined, hearts quiet but full, wrapped in the aftermath of a night that neither of them would ever forget.

***

Thea woke up hours later, the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains. She still could not believe that she’d done it with Riley! The experience was simply amazing.

But it was not without a cost. Her body ached in all the right ways, a lingering reminder of the night before.

She blinked slowly, feeling the warmth of the sheets and the steady rise and fall of Riley’s chest beside her.

For a moment, she simply lay there, trying to gather herself.

She thought maybe—just maybe—she could finally get up, stretch her sore limbs, wash away the sweat, and take a calming bath to soothe her body.

But Riley had no such plans.

Before she could even move, his arm slid around her waist, pulling her back against him.

His lips brushed the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

Then his hands began to roam, lazily at first, tracing the curve of her waist, her hips, and then slowly drifting higher and lower in playful exploration.

”Riley...” she breathed, half laughing, half sighing, her voice still heavy with sleep.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent like he couldn’t get enough.

His touch became bolder, more insistent, sparking little fires everywhere he touched.

Soon, she felt his breath against her cheek, warm and teasing, and her own breath hitched as anticipation curled inside her.

When he moved to kiss her, she tilted her head back just slightly and whispered, ”Isn’t it too early, Riley?”

He chuckled softly, the sound rich and full of mischief.

”No,” he said as his lips hovered just above hers. ”Nothing is too early for love.”

And with that, he claimed her mouth in a kiss that was deep and unrelenting, making her forget all about getting up or taking that bath.

The world around them faded again as they gave in to the growing fire between them, limbs tangling, hearts racing.

So began the second day of their passionate lovemaking—slow, unhurried, and utterly consuming.

It started with their lips—soft at first, a gentle brush that stirred heat beneath the surface.

Then Riley deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth with practiced, passionate ease.

Thea’s breath hitched, her body reacting instantly.

His tongue explored hers in slow, deliberate strokes, savoring her taste, claiming her completely.

Before long, she was gasping for air between moans, clinging to him as wave after wave of pleasure began to build.

Her lips parted wider, almost instinctively, surrendering to the rhythm of his movements.

His lewd, demanding tongue danced with hers, devouring her in full.

Thea felt as if she were melting under him, undone by nothing more than a kiss.

She closed her eyes, letting herself drift, her mind hazy with longing.

In that moment, she felt like she had ascended to a heaven made just for her—being kissed, adored, and worshipped by the most handsome man she had ever known.

Riley’s hands began to roam again, slow and confident, as if he knew every inch of her skin by heart.

His fingers traced the curve of her waist, gliding over her bare hip and up along her side.

Goosebumps followed in their wake.

Then, finally, his hands found their way to her breasts—soft, supple, and already sensitive from the night before.

His palms were hot against her bare skin, and his touch was anything but innocent.

He cupped her gently at first, then began to tease, circling her nipples with the pads of his thumbs until they stiffened into hard, aching peaks.

Thea gasped, arching her back slightly, pressing herself into his touch as if begging him for more.

His grip tightened, just a little, and he rolled her sensitive buds between his fingers, coaxing breathy moans from her lips.

The kiss on her mouth, the teasing pressure on her breasts—it was too much.

Her body trembled beneath him, her legs instinctively squeezing together to control the rising ache inside her.

Every nerve was alive, her skin burning with desire. She could barely take it.

”Riley...” she whispered, her voice almost pleading, almost lost.

He pulled back just a little, his lips brushing her ear now, voice low and thick with need. ”You feel so good, Thea. So perfect...”

His words alone sent another rush of heat down her spine.

Thea’s hands tangled in his hair as he bent down to capture her nipple with his mouth.

The sudden warmth of his lips, the flick of his tongue, the light suction—everything made her cry out softly, unable to contain the way her body responded.

The ache between her thighs intensified, and her breathing became ragged.

She was on the edge, trembling and helpless under his touch.

”Ahhhh...” Thea moaned, her entire body arching off the bed the moment Riley’s fingers slid between her thighs and found her slick heat.

She was already soaked—her pussy drenched with desire, her inner walls pulsing with anticipation.

Her body reacted as if it remembered him, as if it had been waiting all night just for this.

Despite the soreness still lingering from the night before, her arousal swelled fiercely, making her hips rock forward on instinct, as if to beg him for more.

Riley chuckled low in his throat, a dark, hungry sound that sent shivers down her spine. ”Already so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. ”You want it again, don’t you?”

Thea could only nod, breathless, her body trembling beneath his. ”Yes... I need you...”

But Riley wasn’t in a rush. He wanted to savor her.

He kissed her deeply once more, leaving her lips tingling, then slowly trailed his mouth down her body.

Every inch of her skin felt like it was being worshipped.

His tongue flicked over her neck, tasting her pulse.

He moved down to her chest, where he lavished her breasts with attention—sucking each nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peaks until she whimpered and arched into him, desperate for friction.

Her hands fisted the sheets, her thighs rubbing together in anticipation.

And then—finally—he moved lower.

His kisses trailed a hot, teasing line down her belly, his breath fanning across her skin.

Thea bit her lip, already shaking.

When he reached the apex of her thighs, he paused—just for a second—as if admiring the view of her glistening folds.

She was completely exposed to him, swollen and slick, her pussy practically begging to be touched, tasted, devoured.

Riley’s hands slid beneath her thighs, lifting and spreading her wide, baring her fully.

She gasped, humiliated and aroused all at once.

But before she could protest, he leaned in, and the first touch of his tongue on her clit made her cry out.

”God—Riley!”

He moaned against her, clearly loving the way she responded.

His tongue was relentless—slow, teasing licks that drove her mad, followed by firm, precise strokes that made her toes curl.

She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

Her fingers gripped his hair tightly as he worked her over, tongue dancing along every sensitive spot, exploring her folds like a man obsessed.

Then he went deeper.

Spreading her open with his thumbs, Riley pushed his thick tongue into her pussy, thrusting it in and out in rhythm.

Thea gasped, her whole body clenching around him.

She could feel herself dripping, soaking his mouth, but he didn’t care—he wanted all of her.

He devoured her like she was his only source of life.

Her legs trembled violently as pleasure built inside her like a storm—hot, wild, and unstoppable.

Her hips moved on their own, grinding against his face, seeking more.

The obscene sounds of his tongue plunging into her, the wet slurping, her moans—everything created a symphony of desire that echoed off the walls.

And he still wasn’t done.

He pulled back for a second, just long enough to meet her eyes.

”You taste even better today,” he said, voice low and ragged. ”I’m going to make you scream, Thea.”

Then he dove back in, faster now, hungrier.

His lips latched onto her clit while his tongue flicked mercilessly, and that was it—Thea shattered.

”Ahhhhhhhh!” Her orgasm slammed into her with the force of a tidal wave, her entire body convulsing, her cries loud and raw as the pleasure overtook her completely.