My Xianxia Harem Life

The two new lovers kissed again and again, as if trying to make up for all the lost time, all the stolen glances and quiet longing that had gone unspoken for so long.

Every kiss grew deeper, more urgent, until their lips were no longer enough and Riley gently guided Eve back toward the bed.

She didn't resist.

When the back of her knees touched the edge of the mattress, he gave her the lightest push, and she sat down, breathless and flushed.

Her hair was slightly messy, her lips swollen from their kisses, and her eyes wide with emotion.

She looked up at him, heart racing, and saw something she had only dared to dream about before: desire, focused entirely on her.

Then, without a word, Riley reached for his robes.

He didn't rush. Instead, he undid them slowly, letting the fabric fall away piece by piece.

Each movement was deliberate, and Eve's breath caught in her throat as his strong chest came into view—broad and sculpted, his skin marked only by faint scars that spoke of battles hard-won.

His shoulders were powerful, his waist narrow, and every muscle seemed carved by divine hands.

And then, the last layer fell.

Riley stood naked before her, proud and unashamed, like a god of war descended to earth.

Eve's eyes widened as they dropped lower, landing on the thick, heavy cock between his legs.

Even though she had seen him naked before—on occasion, glimpses caught when he was with his wives or stepping from a bath—this moment felt entirely different.

Because this time… he was naked for her.

His eyes, his smile, his body—none of it belonged to anyone else tonight. And that truth ignited something deep inside her.

Her breath grew shallow, her chest rising and falling quickly as heat surged through her body.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively as a warm, wet sensation bloomed between them.

Her pussy throbbed, aching with desire she could no longer suppress.

She didn't need to look down to know how soaked she was already.

And still, Riley said nothing.

He simply stepped forward, climbing onto the bed with a grace and power that sent a fresh wave of excitement through her.

She leaned back on her elbows as he hovered above her, eyes tracing every line of her face as if memorizing it.

"You're beautiful, Eve," he said softly, as his fingers brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I've always known. But seeing you like this… it's different."

Her heart fluttered.

"I-I didn't think this would ever happen," she whispered, voice trembling. "I wanted you for so long, Riley. I thought I wasn't enough."

"You are," he said firmly. "You always were."

And then he kissed her again—deeper, more passionately.

His hands found her waist, then slid down her sides to her hips, gripping her with just enough strength to make her feel claimed, possessed.

She gasped into his mouth, her body reacting without thought.

Riley's touch burned into her skin through the fabric of her robe, until even that was too much.

His hands moved with purpose now, gently working the sash of her robe, untying it with practiced ease.

The silky garment fell open, baring the soft curves of her body to his gaze.

She shivered under his eyes, but he didn't leer or rush.

He simply looked at her as if she was the most precious thing in the world.

"Eve…" he murmured. "You're mine tonight."

Tears welled in her eyes—not from sadness, but from the overwhelming emotion of finally being seen. Fully, completely.

She nodded silently, her voice lost.

As Riley lowered himself onto her, his warmth enveloping her completely, Eve wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes.

Let it happen, she told herself. Let him have all of me.

Because tonight was not just the fulfillment of her desire—it was the moment she had waited a lifetime for.

And it had finally come true.

"Hmmmm…"

The kiss finally broke a few minutes later, leaving them both breathless.

Their eyes locked for a moment, and in that silence, the atmosphere between them shifted—heavy with longing, thick with desire.

Eve was now just as naked as Riley, her skin flushed and warm beneath his gaze.

She saw it—the lust that flared in his eyes as he drank in every inch of her body.

Her full breasts rose and fell with each breath, her pink nipples stiffened into tight buds.

Riley's gaze lingered there before trailing lower, to the curve of her hips and the smooth length of her pale, flawless legs.

They were drawn together, shyly hiding the delicate treasure nestled between them.

But even concealed, her allure was unmistakable.

Riley's restraint crumbled. This was no longer about control or patience—it was instinct, hunger, need.

He moved without a word, leaning in as if mesmerized.

"Riley…" Eve whispered, her voice already trembling.

Then came the moan.

"Ohhh…"

It escaped her lips as Riley's mouth found one of her aching nipples.

He kissed it first—soft, skillful—before drawing it into his mouth with a slow suck that sent lightning through her spine.

His tongue teased the sensitive peak while his hand cradled her other breast, kneading gently as if memorizing its shape.

Eve arched her back, her hands sliding into his hair, holding him close.

Her body responded instinctively, her legs shifting beneath him as his touch wandered lower.

Riley's fingers traced the inside of her thighs, slow and deliberate.

Goosebumps bloomed on her skin as he caressed her, his fingers inching closer and closer to her cunt.

He didn't need to speak—his touch asked the question, and Eve gave her answer without hesitation.

She parted her legs for him, opening herself completely, trusting him with the most intimate parts of her.

A breath later, she gasped aloud.

His fingers brushed along her slit, discovering her slick folds. She was already wet.

Riley didn't hesitate.

He gently traced her outer lips before circling her clit, drawing soft moans from her lips as her hips twitched under his hand.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured between kisses, his voice rough with desire.

Eve could barely respond.

Her body was already trembling, alive and burning under his touch.

She bit her lip, heart pounding, as one finger dipped slightly lower and gently teased at her entrance—testing her, coaxing her, preparing her.

Riley's ministrations continued with increasing intensity, and Eve could only respond with a symphony of moans that echoed softly through the room.

"Ahhhh…"

"Ohhhh…"

"Ughhh…"

Each sound that left her lips was pure and unfiltered, a testament to the pleasure washing over her body.

Her breath caught sharply when she felt one of Riley's fingers press deeper, gently slipping into her slick heat—only to stop suddenly as it encountered the barrier of her hymen.

Riley paused.

He looked up at her, his expression soft yet burning with restraint.

He had no intention of letting his fingers claim what he believed should belong to him in the most intimate way.

No—he wanted his cock to be the one to take her fully. To be her first in every way.

Slowly, he withdrew his hand and brought his mouth to hers once again, kissing her with tenderness, as if to ask for her silent permission one final time.

Then, in a fluid motion, he positioned himself between her thighs.

Eve instinctively opened for him, her legs parting to cradle his body.

Riley's strong hands guided her gently, holding her in place, and then… she saw it.

His cock.

Her eyes widened. It wasn't the first time she had seen him naked—she had glimpsed him before, but never like this.

Never with the full weight of anticipation, of what was about to happen between them.

He was thick, long, and undeniably aroused.

A proud, throbbing length that seemed almost too much for her to take.

Still, she didn't back away.

Yes, there was fear—it would hurt, she knew that.

Her pink, virgin pussy was untouched, and he was simply… massive.

But more than fear, she felt longing. This was her dream.

For a long time she had adored him, worshipped him from afar, and now she was finally here, with him, alone, about to become his.

She swallowed, then gave him a soft nod, her eyes full of trust.

This was her choice. Her body, her heart, her everything—she was offering them all to Riley.

And if pain came with that offering, she would embrace it, because this… this was love.

And it was worth every ache.

Riley leaned forward, brushing his lips against her ear.

"I'll be gentle," he whispered.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he began to press forward.

Riley's body hovered above hers, warm and powerful, the muscles in his arms taut as he supported himself.

Eve's legs were open, her breathing shallow, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with her racing heart.

Her body trembled—not from fear, but from overwhelming anticipation.

Her lips parted, but no words came. She didn't need them. Her beautiful eyes said everything.