My Xianxia Harem Life

The two rested for a while, lying close, their bodies still warm from the passion they had just shared.

Riley gently brushed a strand of hair away from Veronica's face as she lay beside him, her chest rising and falling softly.

A comfortable silence settled between them, the kind that only came with intimacy and trust.

After a few minutes, Veronica stirred, her gaze meeting Riley's with a spark of mischief and affection. She smiled and leaned in to whisper against his ear, her breath hot on his skin.

"Lie down, Riley. It's my turn to make you feel good."

Her voice sent a shiver down his spine.

Riley obeyed without a word, settling back against the pillows as Veronica slowly climbed on top of him, her movements deliberate, teasing.

She straddled him, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips, her hands planted on his chest as she hovered just above his waiting cock.

She looked down at him with a mix of desire and tenderness, then, with a slow, sensual motion, she began to lower herself onto him.

Riley's cock slid deep inside her with ease, still hard from before.

"Ahhhh…" Veronica moaned, her head tilting back slightly as she felt herself being stretched once again.

The sensation was overwhelming—his thick length filled her completely, the pressure igniting sparks of pleasure that made her toes curl.

Their hips met with a soft, wet sound as her pussy fully took him in, and for a moment, she just sat there, letting her body adjust to the familiar, perfect fullness.

She could feel the throb of his cock inside her, pulsing with anticipation, and in response, her inner muscles instinctively clenched around him, as if her body didn't want to let him go.

Riley let out a quiet groan, his hands drifting up to her waist. He didn't urge her to move—he didn't need to.

Just the feeling of her wrapped so tightly around him was enough to make his heart race.

Veronica leaned forward then, her bare breasts brushing his chest, and kissed him—slowly, deeply, passionately.

Their kiss lingered, tongues tangling, breaths mingling, as her body began a gentle rhythm.

There was no urgency between them, only a shared need to be close, to savor every inch and every moment.

She rocked her hips slowly, the friction delicious, their bodies syncing with practiced ease.

Soft gasps escaped her lips with every motion, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure built gradually within her.

Riley watched her, captivated by the sight of her flushed cheeks, the way her hair framed her face, and the small tremors that rippled through her body with each thrust.

Even without wild movement, the connection between them was electric. Veronica's pussy hugged him tightly, her every movement causing a fresh wave of sensation that made Riley's breath hitch.

She gripped his hands in hers, their fingers interlocking as they moved together, slow and tender, like they had all the time in the world.

They stayed like that for a long while, making love at their own pace, caught in a haze of heat, affection, and the quiet magic that only came from loving someone completely.

A few more minutes passed in breathless stillness, with only the sound of their mingled breaths and the steady beat of their hearts filling the space between them.

Veronica could still feel Riley pulsing inside her, every twitch sending tiny sparks through her core. Her body ached with need, but it was a delicious ache, the kind that promised release if she surrendered to it.

Then, slowly, she began to move.

She lifted her hips, feeling the stretch as Riley's thick cock slid partway out of her slick heat.

A soft gasp escaped her lips. Then she eased herself back down, swallowing him inch by inch, her inner walls clinging tightly to his girth.

Again, she lifted, and again she sank, repeating the motion with a languid grace until she found a rhythm that made her toes curl.

Her lips never left his. She kissed him hungrily, her mouth wet and open against his, tongue teasing his as she moaned into the kiss.

The wet sounds of their mouths were soon joined by the slow, sinful slap of skin meeting skin as her pace gradually quickened.

There was still that faint, familiar sting deep inside her—Riley was just too big, a monster of a man where it mattered most—but it wasn't unwelcome.

It only made her wetter. The pain, sharp at first, dissolved into heat and pleasure, spreading through her body like wildfire.

She could feel every vein, every throb, every inch of him inside her, and it drove her wild.

"Ahhhhh…"

"Ohhhhhh…"

"Ughhhh…"

Her moans poured freely from her throat now, deep and sultry, echoing through the room in a chorus of pure lust.

She arched her back, tossing her head as she rode him harder, her breasts bouncing with every movement.

Her fingers dug into his chest for balance, nails scraping lightly against his skin, leaving faint red trails.

Riley's hands moved to her hips, gripping them firmly, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her rhythm.

Then he began to thrust upward, his powerful hips slamming into her from below, meeting her strokes with a raw, primal hunger.

"Fuck… Veronica…" he growled, his voice strained with desire.

His words only encouraged her. Her moans turned to cries, louder and more desperate, as the pace grew wild.

She was bouncing on him now, hips slamming down as his thrusts rose up to meet her, the force of it making her whole body tremble.

The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard tapping rhythmically against the wall. Veronica didn't care.

She couldn't care. All that mattered was the overwhelming feeling of Riley buried deep inside her, stretching her, claiming her.

Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, her entire body tightening with need. Her moans became shouts—high-pitched, unfiltered cries of ecstasy that filled the room like music.

She was painting the air with her pleasure, her voice decorating every corner of the room as if marking the space with their passion.

Her body shone with a sheen of sweat, skin flushed and glowing in the dim light.

Riley's eyes never left her. He watched her with a mixture of awe and raw desire, mesmerized by the way her body moved, the way she clenched around him with every thrust, the way her face twisted in helpless pleasure.

"Don't stop," she gasped, her voice shaking. "Don't you dare stop."

"Never," he growled, grabbing her ass and slamming her down harder onto him.

She cried out, nearly sobbing from the intensity. Her orgasm was building, coiling low in her belly like a storm ready to explode.

Every motion, every thrust brought her closer to the edge, her legs trembling, her core tightening around him like a vice.

She was almost there. And she wanted to fall with him.

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Their bodies collided over and over again with a lewd, rhythmic slap, echoing off the walls like a drumbeat of lust.

Veronica's thighs burned with effort, her body drenched in sweat, but she didn't stop—couldn't stop.

She gritted her teeth, her fingers digging into Riley's chest as she rode him with reckless abandon, her hips slamming down to meet the savage thrusts rising from below.

They were frantic now. Wild. Their lovemaking had shifted from sweet to feral, from tender to primal.

Every movement was hard, fast, almost violent—two souls chasing something only the other could give.

Their groins crashed together again and again, flesh smacking against flesh, the friction raw and exquisite.

Veronica ground herself into him with each downward thrust, rolling her hips, grinding her swollen clit against his pelvis as she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls.

Her long hair stuck to her back and shoulders, her body trembling under the strain of pleasure that was becoming far too much to bear.

Riley met her with equal intensity, his hands bruising her hips as he thrust up into her with unrelenting force.

Veins bulged along his arms, his muscles taut as steel beneath her fingers. His eyes never left her face—hungry, reverent, completely lost in the sight of her riding him so desperately.

It looked almost angry, the way they moved together—like they were fighting instead of fucking. But nothing could be further from the truth.

It was passion so intense, so consuming, that it stripped them of control. There was no gentleness left—only need, only instinct, only them.

Faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

Their bodies blurred into one, sweat-slicked skin sliding against skin, the bed rocking violently beneath them.

The headboard slammed against the wall in time with their thrusts, but neither noticed. They were far beyond caring about the noise.

The world had shrunk down to just this moment—just the desperate sound of their breathing, the obscene slap of their bodies, the rising chorus of their moans.

Veronica's voice rose, her words broken and breathless.

"I'm close—oh God—I'm… I'm coming! Coming, coming, coming! Riley—I'm coming again!"

She screamed as it hit her, her back arching, her thighs shaking violently as her orgasm tore through her like lightning. Her pussy clamped down around his cock in spasms, milking him, pulling him deeper, holding him like her life depended on it.

Riley groaned low and deep, his hips jerking uncontrollably beneath her. "Fuck—Veronica—I'm coming!"

With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, and she felt him erupt inside her.

Hot, thick ropes of cum spilled deep into her, flooding her already-soaking walls.

She gasped at the sensation, at the sheer heat of it, and her pussy clenched again, drawing out every last drop.

They stayed like that—locked together, shaking, breathless—still moving slightly, even as the aftershocks rippled through them.

Veronica collapsed forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, her face buried in his neck.

Her body trembled as small aftershocks continued to roll through her, and Riley wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, grounding them both.

Neither spoke at first. There were no words that could describe what they'd just shared.

Only the sound of their breathing filled the room, deep and ragged, hearts thudding wildly in unison.

Her voice finally came, soft and hoarse against his ear.

"…That was insane."

Riley chuckled, brushing her damp hair back from her face as he kissed her temple. "You're insane. But I'm not complaining."

She smiled weakly, her legs still twitching from the aftermath. "You came so much… I swear I can feel it everywhere."

"Good," he murmured, his hands caressing her back. "You earned every drop."

Veronica shivered with delight and nuzzled deeper into his neck.

For a moment, they just lay there, tangled and spent, basking in the heat of each other's bodies.

And in the silence that followed, there was no doubt in either of their minds—they belonged exactly here, in this bed, in this moment, with no one else but each other.