My Xianxia Harem Life

"Hmmmm…" Diana lowered herself onto Riley's lap, her bare thighs sliding against his as she settled on top of him. She loved it here. She was taking command and enjoyed the change in their way of lovemaking.

The sensation of skin on skin sent a shiver down her spine, but she smothered it quickly with a bold kiss, pressing her lips to his with hunger and purpose.

Their mouths met with a fiery intensity, lips moving in sync before parting just enough for their tongues to collide.

The kiss wasn't gentle—it was a battle, a clash of need and desire, full of heat and breathless gasps.

She tasted him—his warm breath, his sweet saliva, the maddening softness of his mouth—and she wanted more.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she deepened the kiss, pouring everything into it, determined to take the lead and drive him wild.

At first, she thought she had him where she wanted.

That her boldness would leave him gasping, desperate, undone. Diana thought that she would beat Riley in his own game.

But something changed—no, something had always been different.

Riley wasn't reacting in a most passive way like she thought he would.

He didn't just receive her passion—he met it, returned it, surpassed it.

His hands were firm on her waist, grounding her while his tongue moved with a mastery that stole the breath from her lungs.

Every stroke, every movement, made her feel like she was the one being unraveled.

"How is he so good at this?" she asked herself in disbelief, even as her body trembled under his touch.

Her confidence wavered with each second.

She was losing her grip, not just on control—but on herself.

Her heart thudded wildly in her chest, her breaths coming out in short, heated pants between kisses.

Her skin flushed with warmth, every nerve ending awakened and screaming for more.

Her nipples hardened, sensitive and aching against the cool air, and below, a slow, delicious wetness was spreading between her legs.

She could feel it now—slick, needy, and out of her control.

She clenched her thighs around him, trying to slow the descent, but it was too late.

Riley's hands roamed her body with practiced ease, caressing the curve of her hips, the dip of her spine, the swell of her breasts.

Every touch was deliberate, as if he knew exactly how to pull moans from her lips and melt her will.

His mouth left hers only to trail kisses down her jaw, her throat, nipping lightly at her skin and sending electric shocks straight to her core.

"I was supposed to dominate him," she thought desperately, her fingers now gripping his shoulders as if to anchor herself.

"Why does it feel like I'm the one being conquered?"

There was a wicked smile playing on his lips when he looked up at her, as if he already knew how far gone she was.

His gaze burned with desire, yes—but also with control. Poise. Confidence.

He wasn't just a good kisser.

He was dangerous.

And Diana was slipping deeper and deeper into his spell.

No matter how much she wanted to fight it, there was no denying it now—Riley was the superior lover, and she… she was losing herself to the pleasure he wove around her like a trap she never saw coming.

"Ahhhhh…" Diana moaned loudly as the kids finally left, her voice a mix of relief and anticipation.

Riley took advantage of the moment, his lips finding her fragrant neck, sucking and licking like a vampire who hadn't eaten in a millennium.

Everything around her blurred as she lost herself in the sensation, her body responding to his touch with a ferocity that took her breath away.

She had vastly underestimated her experience with Riley, and now she realized once more how terrifying and exhilarating he was in bed.

She didn't even notice that Riley was already naked beneath her, his muscular body pressed against hers, his hardness poking insistently at her ass.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of his chiseled chest, the definition of his muscles a testament to his strength and power.

Riley's hands roamed over her curvaceous, flawless body, tracing the lines of her hips, the swell of her ass, the curve of her waist.

But he made no move to consummate their encounter just yet, instead focusing on building her arousal, on driving her wild with desire.

His lips and tongue worked their magic on her neck, then moved lower, capturing one of her pink nipples in his mouth, sucking and nipping gently, marking her creamy white chest with love bites that would serve as a reminder of their passion.

Diana arched her back, pressing her breasts further into his face, encouraging him to take more.

He obliged, his mouth moving to her other breast, his hands squeezing and kneading her flesh, his touch both tender and dominant.

She could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling in her belly, the wetness pooling between her legs.

She was ready for him, more than ready, and she ached for him to fill her, to claim her, to make her his once again.

"I can't let tonight end this way," Diana whispered to herself, voice low and full of resolve.

A fire lit inside her—not just of desire, but of pride and purpose.

She had been caught up in the waves of pleasure too many times, letting Riley take the lead, letting herself drown in the haze.

But tonight… tonight, she would be the one to take control.

With a deep breath, she forced herself to pull away from the dizzying sensations, shaking off the spell of lust that gripped her.

Her fingers trembled slightly, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

"Ben… stop," she said softly, but firmly.

Riley looked up at her from where his lips had just been kissing the soft curve of her breast.

He didn't speak, but the smile he gave her was wide and smug, teasing in the way only he could manage.

It wasn't arrogant—it was almost like he already knew what she was planning.

And maybe he did.

Diana sat up slowly, still catching her breath. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, her cheeks flushed with heat.

But her eyes were steady now. She looked down—and her breath caught once more.

There it was again.

Her mouth parted slightly.

"It's huge…" she whispered, unable to hide her awe.

No matter how many times she saw it, Riley's cock never ceased to amaze her.

It was a beast. Thick, long, heavy—and somehow, still twitching with barely restrained power.

She felt her thighs tighten at the mere sight.

Determined now, she reached back and gathered her long, silky hair, twisting it into a neat bun atop her head.

She wanted nothing to get in the way of what she was about to do.

Her heart pounded as she slid down between his legs, placing her hands gently on his thighs.

She lowered her face toward his shaft, her warm breath brushing against his skin.

Up close, it looked even more daunting.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and tried to take him in—but the stretch was intense, her jaw protesting at the unfamiliar angle.

It hurt.

She paused, pulled back slightly, and breathed out through her nose.

"Too much," she whispered, more to herself than to him. But she didn't stop.

Adjusting her approach, Diana ran her tongue along the underside of his length, slow and deliberate, tracing every vein, every curve.

She worked him methodically, savoring the way he twitched under her touch.

Her saliva coated him in a glossy sheen, and the lewd, wet sounds of her tongue flicking over him filled the room.

She licked up to the swollen tip, flicking her tongue across it with gentle, teasing strokes, then descended again, swirling her tongue around the base.

Her hands cupped his balls, and she lowered her lips, placing gentle kisses there before licking them with tender care—almost like worship.

They were warm, heavy, and to her in that moment, more precious than gold.

Riley let out a low groan above her, a sound that sent shivers down her spine and a flush of satisfaction to her cheeks.

She glanced up at him through half-lidded eyes, taking in the way his head tilted back slightly, jaw clenched, hands gripping the sheets beneath him.

She smiled.

Tonight, it was her turn to make him lose control.

"Hmmmmm…" Diana didn't stop, pushing herself with a fierce determination fueled by desire and resolve.

Every movement was deliberate, every touch calculated to drive Riley wild.

She could feel the tension building between them, thick and electric, until finally, with a ragged breath, Riley gave in.

Pew

Pew

Pew

Riley came, surrendering to the moment as his body tensed and then relaxed, releasing himself.

Diana didn't hesitate—she welcomed him eagerly, her mouth and throat working in perfect rhythm to take in everything he offered.

She drank deeply, savoring the warmth and taste, refusing to waste a single drop of his essence.

The intensity of the moment bound them together, every shared breath and heartbeat amplifying the connection between them.

Diana's eyes never left Riley's as she swallowed slowly, the promise of more to come shining in her gaze.