My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 154 Trend

"Good," Riley said, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips as his eyes roamed over Bianca's breathtakingly bare form.

The weight of his gaze made her skin tingle, a blush creeping across her cheeks.

This was the first time a man had ever seen her fully nude, and the reality of it sent a wave of nervous excitement through her.

But she had already made up her mind—she would be Riley's woman. No hesitation, no regret.

Summoning her courage, she cupped her ample breasts, lifting them slightly in an unspoken offering.

Riley's dark eyes gleamed with appreciation, the corner of his mouth twitching upward at her boldness.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. The warmth in his tone eased her nerves, replacing them with anticipation.

He reached out, his hands sliding over the soft curves of her body, tracing slow, possessive lines across her flushed skin.

Bianca shivered, her breath hitching as his fingers skimmed the sensitive swell of her breasts before his thumbs brushed over her already tightening peaks.

Then, without warning, Riley lowered his head and captured one of her rosy nipples between his lips.

Bianca gasped, her hands instinctively flying to his shoulders as a jolt of pleasure shot through her.

His mouth was hot, insistent, his tongue teasing the sensitive bud with languid strokes before he suckled deeply.

A low, breathy moan slipped from her lips.

Riley growled in satisfaction, his lips latching on with a hunger that could rival a greedy infant's.

He sucked, licked, and nibbled, alternating between gentle flicks of his tongue and deep, possessive pulls.

Bianca's fingers tangled in his hair as waves of unfamiliar yet intoxicating pleasure washed over her.

"Riley..." she whimpered, her voice trembling.

He didn't stop. If anything, her response only fueled his passion.

He moved to her other breast, giving it the same thorough attention, his hands gripping her waist to hold her steady as she squirmed beneath his ministrations.

Bianca's head tipped back, her body arching instinctively toward him.

The sensation of his mouth worshipping her so intimately, so reverently, was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

It wasn't just lust—there was something deeper, something thrilling about the way he cherished every inch of her.

Her moans filled the room, growing more desperate, more shameless, as pleasure built within her. This was new, this was overwhelming, but above all, it was unforgettable.

And she knew—she would never want another man but Riley.

A few minutes later, Riley pulled back, breathing heavily as he admired the masterpiece he had created.

Bianca's flawless skin, once pristine and untouched, was now decorated with the evidence of his passion.

Her ample breasts were marked with his kisses, faint love bites dotting the delicate swells, each a testament to his devotion.

Her hardened nipples, slick from his mouth, stood proudly, as if begging for more of his attention.

His fingers traced slow, reverent circles around them, feeling the way her body reacted to even the lightest touch.

The sight was intoxicating—her soft gasps, the way her chest rose and fell in anticipation, her nipples pebbled and sensitive from his ministrations.

A deep hunger surged through him, an almost unbearable urge to capture them in his mouth again, to suck and tease until she was squirming beneath him.

But he forced himself to stop.

As much as he loved the sight of her stiffened peaks, there was something even more enticing waiting for him.

His gaze trailed lower, past the smooth curve of her stomach, until it landed on the most precious part of her body.

His breath hitched.

Bianca's womanhood was perfect—bare, soft, and utterly untouched.

Her delicate folds remained tightly closed, as if protecting the purity she still held.

Yet there was no denying the glistening sheen of arousal that coated her, betraying the depths of her desire.

The sight of her untouched innocence sent a wave of primal satisfaction through Riley.

A possessive hunger gripped him, tightening his jaw as he fought against the overwhelming urge to claim her.

She was so beautiful, so unspoiled, and the knowledge that he would be the first—the only—man to ever take her sent a thrill through his veins.

His cock throbbed, hard and aching, demanding to be buried inside her heat.

The temptation to simply take her now, to spread her legs and lose himself in the tight warmth that awaited him, was nearly unbearable.

But he held back.

This wasn't about his own pleasure.

He wanted her first time to be perfect. He wanted her to crave him, to tremble in need before he finally gave her what they both desired.

Tonight, she wouldn't just give him her body—she would surrender completely.

And Riley would make sure she never forgot this night for the rest of her life.

Riley kissed Bianca again, his lips firm yet tender against hers, before slowly making his way downward.

His mouth left a heated trail along the delicate curve of her neck, each kiss deepening her anticipation.

She shivered as he lingered at her collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin, teasing, savoring.

Then, he moved lower, his lips descending to the soft swell of her breasts.

He took his time there, capturing one pink nipple between his lips, sucking and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

Bianca gasped, her fingers gripping his shoulders as pleasure sparked through her. Riley didn't stop.

He lavished attention on both of her sweet peaks, his warm tongue flicking, his teeth grazing lightly, drawing more and more delicious sounds from her trembling lips.

Then, just as she thought she had grown accustomed to his touch, he moved lower.

His mouth traced a path down her stomach, his tongue dipping briefly into the shallow curve of her navel before continuing further still.

Bianca's breathing grew erratic as she realized where he was headed.

A mix of anticipation and uncertainty tightened in her chest, her fingers twitching against the sheets.

And then—his lips finally found the center of her most intimate place.

"M-Master! What are you doing?" Bianca gasped, her body jerking in shock.

She had expected him to take her, to finally claim her with his thick, aching length—but never had she imagined this.

The idea of a man placing his mouth there, of him tasting her so intimately, was something that had never even crossed her mind.

Riley looked up at her, his dark eyes filled with heat. "Call me Riley," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Then, without hesitation, he lowered his head and feasted.

Bianca's back arched off the bed as his tongue made contact with her most sensitive spot.

A strangled moan tore from her lips, her hands flying to his hair, fingers twisting in the soft strands as pleasure crashed through her.

The warmth of his tongue, the slow, deliberate way he flicked and lapped at her aching folds—it was too much, yet not enough.

"A-ahhh… Riley!" she gasped, her voice trembling as she writhed beneath him.

He groaned against her, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure straight through her core. He wanted more—needed more.

The taste of her arousal, the intoxicating sweetness of her untouched body, only drove him wilder. He pressed his tongue deeper, exploring, stroking, teasing every inch of her with expert precision.

Her legs trembled, thighs threatening to close around his head, but Riley firmly gripped them, holding her open as he devoured her.

His tongue worked relentlessly, flicking and circling her swollen bud before dipping lower, drinking in her essence as if he couldn't get enough.

"Ahhh… oh—oh my…!" Bianca's moans grew louder, her body completely at his mercy.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, her hips moving instinctively, seeking more of his touch.

The pleasure was overwhelming, unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Each flick of his tongue sent new waves of ecstasy crashing through her, making her toes curl, her body quake.

Riley was relentless, feasting on her like a man starved. The more she trembled, the wetter she became, and he eagerly lapped up every drop.

He could feel her getting closer, her body growing taut, her moans turning into desperate whimpers.

And he loved it.

Bianca had never felt this way before. Never imagined she could feel this way.

Lost in the overwhelming sensation of Riley's mouth worshipping her, she realized something—this wasn't just pleasure.

This was pure, unadulterated bliss.

With Riley's vast experience, the inevitable climax was only a matter of time. He could feel it—the way Bianca's body tensed beneath him, her thighs trembling as she neared the edge.

Her breathing grew ragged, her moans turning higher, more desperate, her fingers clutching at his hair as if holding on for dear life.

"Riley… Riley… ohhh—Riley!" she gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure.

And then, all at once, it hit her.

A sharp, uncontrollable cry tore from Bianca's lips as her body arched off the bed, her muscles seizing with the force of her release.

It was overwhelming, consuming—unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, her mind going blank, her senses drowning in the intense ecstasy that Riley had so expertly drawn out of her.

Her legs trembled, her thighs threatening to clamp around his head, but Riley held her open, prolonging her pleasure, his tongue working her through every blissful pulse of her orgasm.

She shuddered, gasping for breath, her fingers tangling tighter in his hair as she rode out the storm.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of pure bliss, her body collapsed against the bed, utterly spent, her chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven breaths.

She could barely think, barely move, her limbs weak and tingling.

Riley pulled back slightly, his lips glistening with her essence, a satisfied smirk playing on his face as he watched her come down from her high.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Bianca, still dazed, could only stare at him with half-lidded eyes, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.

She had never imagined pleasure like this existed—never thought she could feel this good.

It was simply so addictive but natural at the same time.

And yet, deep down, she knew… Riley was just getting started. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm