My Xianxia Harem Life

Riley was, of course, a man—with all the desires and weaknesses that came with it.

And right now, one of those weaknesses was staring back at him with wide, trusting eyes.

Thea lay on the bed, her cheeks tinged with pink, her breaths coming in shallow waves.

She was beautiful, undeniably so, and the sight of her willingly baring herself for him, vulnerable and open, stirred something primal deep within him.

But even then, with temptation so close, Riley held himself back.

Desire clawed at him, urging him to close the distance, to give in to instinct—but he wasn't that kind of man. Not with her.

He sat at the edge of the bed, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

His voice was low and steady, despite the tension simmering beneath his skin.

"Are you sure about this, Thea?" he asked gently.

"Because once I begin… there's no stopping me."

Her eyes searched his for a moment, reading the sincerity in them.

She could feel the heat between them, the unspoken pull, the promise of something unforgettable lingering in the air.

Her heart raced, not from fear, but from anticipation.

She didn't fully know what came next—only that something was about to change.

"Mmm…" Thea nodded slowly, her lips parting slightly as she closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the unknown.

There was no need for words; her body, her expression, and her silence all spoke volumes.

She didn't know what Riley would do next, how he would touch her, or what it would feel like—but a part of her knew, deep down, that whatever was about to happen would shake her to the core.

This wasn't just curiosity anymore. It was something more.

And as the space between them disappeared, Thea braced herself for a new experience—one that would leave her changed forever.

"Very well," Riley murmured, his voice low and full of promise. "I'm going to give you a night you'll never forget, Thea."

There was something in the way he said it—not arrogance, but certainty.

A calm confidence that sent shivers down Thea's spine.

Her breath hitched as she watched him begin to undress, each piece of clothing falling away with quiet purpose.

There was no hesitation, no shame. Riley stood tall and sure, his body lean, defined, and radiating heat.

Thea blinked as she felt the warmth of the blanket shift over her body.

When she opened her eyes, her gaze was drawn to him—completely bare now, his skin glowing softly in the low light.

Her eyes dipped downward before she could stop herself. And then she saw it.

His cock was thick, heavy, and fully erect.

Her lips parted in a sharp inhale. A flutter of nerves stirred in her belly, but it wasn't just fear—it was awe.

Desire. Curiosity. Anticipation.

How was that supposed to fit inside her?

She swallowed hard, heart thudding as a strange thrill coursed through her.

Thea closed her eyes again, her breath trembling as she tried to steady herself, to quiet the mix of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

A second later, she felt his hand cup her cheek.

"Relax," Riley whispered, and before she could say a word, his lips found hers.

Their first kiss was slow, deliberate—nothing like the fevered passion she'd always imagined. Instead, it was warm, grounding, and deep.

He took his time, exploring her mouth, coaxing her lips apart as if he wanted to memorize the shape of her kiss.

His tongue brushed gently against hers, and Thea responded with a soft moan, her body melting beneath him.

By the time he pulled away, her head was spinning.

Riley kissed down the curve of her jaw, then along the column of her throat, his lips never rushing, always lingering.

One hand caressed her waist, drawing soothing circles over her skin, while the other trailed down her thigh.

She trembled beneath his touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

He continued lower, placing kisses over her collarbone, then between her breasts, until he reached the waistband of her panties.

He glanced up at her, giving her a final chance to stop him.

Thea didn't say a word.

Riley slipped her panties down slowly, savoring the moment, revealing her inch by inch.

His breath hitched when he saw her—soft, pink, already glistening with anticipation.

He exhaled slowly, reverently, like he was staring at something sacred.

"Beautiful," he whispered, more to himself than to her.

Then, with unhurried precision, he lowered his head between her thighs.

Thea's entire body tensed as she felt the first flick of his tongue. It was warm, teasing, gentle—and then it deepened.

He licked her slowly, thoroughly, tasting her, savoring her, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her from squirming away.

She gasped, a soft cry escaping her lips as pleasure bloomed low in her belly.

Her hips jerked instinctively, but Riley held her steady, relentless and tender at once.

He knew exactly how to touch her—how to build her up, edge by edge, until her nerves sang and her toes curled.

Thea could barely think anymore.

The world narrowed to the hot swirl of his tongue and the raw, aching need coiling tighter and tighter inside her.

She'd never felt anything like this—so intimate, so intense, so utterly consuming.

And Riley… he wasn't just pleasuring her.

He was loving her for real.

A few minutes passed like eternity.

Thea's body was on fire—burning with heat and need. Riley's mouth, his tongue, his fingers—they had become her entire world.

Every stroke, every flick, every swirl of his tongue over her soaked folds sent lightning through her veins.

Her thighs trembled, her breath came in shallow gasps, and a knot had formed in her belly, winding tighter and tighter, ready to snap.

She was right there—on the edge, her release just a moment away.

And then Riley stopped.

Just like that, the pressure holding her hostage vanished. The absence of his touch was almost unbearable.

Thea's eyes fluttered open, dazed and desperate.

"Why…?" she whispered, her voice raw with need and confusion.

Riley didn't say a word. He simply smiled down at her—teasing, confident, and calm, as if he'd orchestrated every beat of her body's desire.

The gleam in his eyes said everything: he was in control.

Not out of dominance, but out of care, of intention. He wasn't rushing this.

He was savoring her.

He moved slowly, crawling back up her body, his skin brushing hers with electric friction.

She could feel his hardness dragging against her thigh—hot, heavy, and utterly intimidating.

When he positioned himself between her legs, her breath caught.

And then she saw it.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Riley's cock was massive—thick, long, veined with restrained power.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

She had felt it before, pressed against her, but now, seeing it aimed at her untouched entrance, the reality of what was coming hit her all at once.

She instinctively tensed.

Riley noticed.

His hands moved to her hips, steadying her, and he leaned down to kiss her gently—on the lips, the cheek, the neck.

Soft kisses, grounding ones, until her body relaxed under his touch again.

"This will be over quickly," he murmured. "Just breathe, Thea."

Then, with agonizing patience, he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance.

She gasped as her body stretched, her walls resisting, straining to take him in.

The sting was immediate, sharp and raw. Her nails dug into the sheets, her back arching as a wave of discomfort rolled through her.

"Ahhh…!" she cried out, her voice high and trembling.

Riley didn't move any further. He held himself there, letting her body adjust.

He kissed her again, this time slower, deeper—his lips a lifeline as she tried to breathe through the pain.

"Just a little more," he whispered against her lips. "You're doing so well."

Bit by bit, inch by thick inch, he pushed deeper.

The stretch was unbearable, and yet… thrilling.

There was pain, yes—but beneath it, there was something else.

A flicker of something electric, something terrifyingly new.

Her legs trembled, and every time she thought she couldn't take any more, he paused, letting her feel him, letting her adjust.

And then, with a slow, firm push, he buried himself fully inside her.

The bed jolted beneath them, the headboard knocking softly against the wall.

Thea's eyes flew open, and a strangled moan escaped her lips.

"Ohhhhh…" she whimpered, her body stretched to its absolute limit.

He was so deep—so impossibly deep.

She could feel the pressure at her very core, his cock pressing against her cervix, filling her in a way that made her feel overwhelmed and helpless and utterly possessed.

But Riley didn't thrust. Not yet.

He held her—his body flush against hers, his arms cradling her as her body tried to understand what was happening.

Her inner walls pulsed and clenched around him, trying to accommodate the thick invasion.

"You okay?" he asked, brushing the hair from her damp forehead.

Thea gave a shaky nod, her lips trembling. "I… I think so."

"You're amazing," he murmured, kissing her temple. "You're taking me so well."

She blushed, tears forming at the corners of her eyes—not from pain alone, but from the sheer intensity of the moment.

It was too much. It was everything.

And yet, somewhere in the middle of the ache and pressure and emotional whirlwind… she didn't want it to stop.