My Xianxia Harem Life

"Is this what a kiss feels like?" Diana wondered, completely swept away by the sensations flooding her body. It did not need telling that this was her first kiss.

Her mind was hazy, every thought slipping away except for the pressure of Riley's lips on hers.

It was soft at first, almost teasing, but soon deepened into something more consuming.

She felt her breath hitch as his tongue parted her lips, exploring her mouth with slow, deliberate movements that made her heart race.

She didn't know how long the kiss lasted—seconds, minutes, or an eternity. She just know that she loved what Riley was doing to her at this time.

Time blurred around her, and the world beyond the two of them seemed to vanish.

She didn't even notice the gentle tug at her robe or how it loosened and fell away from her shoulders, leaving her completely exposed before him.

The chill of the air should've made her shiver, but all she could feel was the heat between them, burning hotter by the second.

When Riley pulled away slightly to trail kisses down her neck, Diana gasped softly, her body arching toward him on instinct.

Then his lips found her breast—warm, wet, and full of intent.

"Ohhh… Ben!" she cried out, breathless and trembling as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently before flicking it with his tongue. It was wild and insistent.

Pleasure spiked through her, sharp and unexpected, making her knees weak.

His free hand didn't stay idle—it traveled lower, tracing every curve of her body, exploring her soft stomach before sliding between her thighs.

She felt his fingers part her folds, caressing her with such slow, deliberate pressure that her entire body reacted.

A warmth bloomed from deep within, and a slick wetness gathered as her body yielded to his touch, eager and unashamed.

Riley's touch was experienced yet tender, coaxing her into a state she had never known before.

"Ben…" Diana's breaths came faster, shallower, her hands clinging to his shoulders as waves of sensation crashed over her.

There was no room for fear, only this dizzying heat and the man in front of her who made her feel like she was made of fire and silk all at once.

"Ahhhh…" Diana moaned lewdly, her body trembling as Riley slowly slipped a finger inside her slick entrance.

He didn't push too deep—just enough to stretch her slightly, to let her feel his presence—before halting right at the delicate barrier of her virginity.

The subtle pressure sent a shiver up her spine, and her thighs instinctively tightened around his hand. Even her cunt walls tightened around Riley's one finger.

"You really do deserve to be called a maiden, Diana," Riley murmured against her ear, his voice low and velvety, filled with a mixture of reverence and desire.

Diana tried to speak, to form words, but all that escaped her lips was a breathless, "Hmmm…" Her mind was swimming in sensation. Every nerve in her body was alight, and the warmth that spread through her core felt too good—too overwhelming—to focus on anything else.

She hadn't expected this.

Not the intensity, not the way her body responded to his every touch, nor the way her thoughts melted into nothing the moment his fingers began to move.

Maybe it was the lingering effect of the aphrodisiac still coursing through her bloodstream, making her more sensitive, more willing.

Or maybe it was just Riley himself—the way he handled her with such careful confidence, as if he already knew every inch of her even though this was their first time like this.

But none of that mattered to her now. She didn't care about the cause—only the feeling.

And right now, his touch was everything.

Riley's finger gently explored her, teasing the sensitive entrance, circling, pressing, coaxing her body to open further.

Each movement sent a ripple of pleasure that made her hips jerk forward, craving more.

His free hand never stopped either—one moment, it was caressing her breast, his thumb brushing over her erect nipple, and the next, it was gliding over her stomach, tracing every soft curve as if memorizing her.

Diana's hands found his shoulders, clutching at him as if he were her only anchor in a world of overwhelming bliss.

Her skin was flushed, her lips parted as moans escaped her freely now.

She felt bare, vulnerable—but not afraid. With Riley, she didn't feel exposed.

She felt loved.

Her breath hitched when he curled his finger slightly, stroking a spot inside her that made her vision blur.

"Ahhh… Ben…" she gasped, the name slipping from her lips without thought, filled with a mix of need and awe.

He paused only to look at her, his eyes dark with heat.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked softly, his voice laced with restraint.

She opened her eyes to meet his gaze—then slowly, shyly, shook her head.

"No," she whispered. "Don't stop… please."

And with that simple plea, she surrendered herself to him completely.

Riley smiled, his breath catching slightly as he pulled back just enough to truly take in the sight before him.

Diana lay beneath him, her chest rising and falling with anticipation, her flushed cheeks glowing softly in the dim light.

He had thought she was beautiful when clothed—elegant, alluring in her innocence—but now that she was fully bare to him, she was beyond beautiful. She was radiant.

His eyes slowly traveled down her body, taking in every exquisite detail as though etching it into memory.

Her skin was flawless, the smooth, pale tone of it glowing like porcelain.

Her breasts were full and perfectly shaped, as if sculpted by a master's hand.

They rose softly with each breath she took, and her nipples—rosy pink and already hardened from arousal—stood out invitingly against the pale skin.

Riley couldn't resist trailing a finger down the gentle swell of one breast, circling her nipple before watching it react beneath his touch.

Lower still, his gaze lingered between her parted thighs.

There, his finger remained inside her, still gently stroking, feeling the tight heat of her untouched walls.

Her pussy was a healthy, glistening pink, already wet and yielding, yet holding onto the sweet tension of her untouched state.

Her lips were smooth and delicate, and her mound was completely bare, her skin soft as silk.

She was so clean, so perfect, and the way her body responded to him—how it trembled at his touch—drove him wild.

A low groan escaped Riley's throat, and he had to close his eyes for a moment just to compose himself.

He was hard—achingly so—and the urge to bury himself inside her, to claim her completely, surged like a tidal wave in his blood.

But he clenched his jaw, pulling back from that edge. No. Not yet.

Diana's first time mattered. He wasn't going to lose control and turn it into a mindless rutting.

He wanted her to remember this—not with discomfort or fear—but as something tender, something meaningful.

Something she could treasure.

He opened his eyes again, and she was still looking at him—vulnerable, trusting, and impossibly beautiful.

Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes glazed with desire and wonder, and yet there was no fear in them.

She was ready, even if she didn't realize how much.

With a soft breath, Riley leaned down, brushing a kiss against her collarbone, then lower, to the curve of her breast.

He took his time, letting his lips and hands explore her body slowly.

He kissed the underside of her breasts, licked gently across her nipples, savoring the way she arched toward him with every stroke.

One hand slid up to cradle her cheek, while the other continued its slow, teasing rhythm between her thighs.

"You're incredible, Diana," he whispered against her skin, his voice husky with restraint and awe. "I want you to feel everything… every touch, every breath."

Diana moaned softly in response, her hands reaching to grip his shoulders, her nails gently digging into his skin.

She was melting beneath his care, her body opening like a flower in bloom.

She had never felt so wanted—so desired—and the reverence in Riley's touch made her feel cherished in a way she had never imagined.

And still, he did not rush.

He continued worshipping her body with lips and fingers, building her pleasure little by little, guiding her to a place where fear did not exist—only warmth, trust, and anticipation.

"Simply beautiful," Riley murmured, almost to himself, his voice low and gentle as he gazed at Diana's glistening folds.

The soft pink of her pussy was like a secret flower in bloom, delicate yet impossibly inviting.

He paused for a moment, as though committing the sight to memory—her body open for him, trembling with anticipation, trusting him completely.

Then he moved. This time with purpose and great excitement.

With a fluid motion, Riley lowered himself between her legs, gently lifting her thighs and resting them on his broad shoulders.

The contrast between her soft skin and the strength of his grip made Diana shiver.

She felt completely exposed and yet entirely safe under his gaze.

Her breath hitched as his face drew closer, and she instinctively clutched at the sheets beneath her.