My Xianxia Harem Life

Riley was alone with Veronica again, and this time, it wasn't by coincidence.

The rest of his wives had quietly stepped aside, fully aware of how much this night meant to her.

They weren't indifferent or jealous—instead, they understood.

They respected Veronica's feelings, knowing that sometimes, a deeper connection needed space to breathe and grow.

Tonight was hers, and hers alone.

It was an unspoken gift from sister-wives who trusted one another, bonded not just by love for Riley but also by the quiet understanding of each other's hearts.

"Mmm…" A soft sound escaped between them as their lips met in a slow, lingering kiss on the bed.

Their clothes had already been shed, left somewhere forgotten in their urgency to be close.

Skin met skin, warm and familiar, yet thrilling all the same.

The room was dimly lit, the flicker of candlelight casting golden shadows on the walls, wrapping them in an almost sacred intimacy.

They didn't rush. There was no need to. Every touch, every glance, every breath they shared was deliberate and full of meaning.

Veronica moved slowly atop Riley, savoring the way his body responded to her.

Her hands traced his chest, his arms, the curve of his jaw—every inch of him as if she were rediscovering him for the first time.

Tonight, her sole intention was to please him, to show him a side of her that she had never revealed before.

Riley watched her, mesmerized not just by her beauty, but by the tenderness in her eyes.

She looked at him as though he were the only man in the world—as though this night, this moment, was everything she had ever wanted.

"You've done so much for all of us," she whispered softly, her voice thick with emotion. "Tonight, let me do something just for you."

He didn't argue. He didn't need to. He simply placed his hands on her hips and let her guide the pace, surrendering to the moment.

As they moved together, their rhythm slow and steady, Veronica introduced him to a new experience—something they hadn't explored before.

She had planned it thoughtfully, knowing he would trust her, and hoping to deepen the intimacy between them.

It wasn't just physical; it was emotional, layered with meaning and vulnerability.

Their breaths grew heavier, their moans low and drawn out, blending into the soft rustling of the sheets.

In her arms, Riley found not just pleasure, but comfort—a reminder that love, in all its forms, could still surprise him.

And in his eyes, Veronica saw gratitude, desire, and something deeper that made her heart swell.

Tonight, they weren't just lovers.

They were two souls reconnecting in the quiet stillness of the night, wrapped in warmth, whispers, and something unspoken that only they could understand.

"Mmm…" The kiss between them was long and unhurried, full of yearning and deep affection.

Their lips moved together slowly, exploring, teasing, tasting, as if they were trying to memorize each other all over again.

Time seemed to stretch and fade until only the two of them remained, tangled together in warmth and breath and closeness.

When the kiss finally broke, Veronica didn't pull away.

Her eyes, half-lidded and filled with desire, lingered on Riley's face for a moment longer before she shifted her attention downward.

Her fingers trailed gently across his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle and bone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

She leaned down, her mouth pressing soft, reverent kisses across his collarbone, his shoulders, and then his chest.

She didn't rush. Every movement was deliberate—loving.

Her tongue followed the path of her lips, flicking gently, tasting the salt of his skin.

She licked slowly across his abdomen, savoring him, as though she was committing every part of him to memory.

Her hands moved in tandem, caressing his sides, his thighs, worshiping him with every touch.

Veronica didn't miss a spot. She treated his entire body as something sacred, worthy of devotion.

Her breath was warm, her touch light and teasing, and Riley couldn't help but shiver beneath her.

When she finally reached his aching length, hard and throbbing with need, she paused for only a second, looking up at him with a knowing smile—sensual, confident, full of love.

Then she leaned in, her lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, kissing it tenderly before taking him into her mouth.

She began slowly, her tongue swirling around him, savoring the taste, the texture, the way he pulsed against her tongue.

Her hand gripped the base of his shaft, stroking him in rhythm with her mouth, coaxing more and more pleasure from him.

But soon, her hunger for him grew bolder.

Her pace increased, her head bobbing faster, smoother, until she was moving in a steady, powerful rhythm.

Riley's breath grew ragged as he felt her take him deeper—farther than before.

The head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat, and Veronica didn't stop.

She pushed forward until he was fully buried inside her, her throat tightening around him in the most exquisite way.

She didn't gag, didn't pull back. Her breath held steady, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused entirely on him.

He groaned, his hands instinctively threading through her hair, not to control her, but to hold onto something—anything—as the sensations overwhelmed him.

Veronica kept going, her lips sliding up and down his shaft with a practiced rhythm, her hands gently cupping and massaging his balls, determined to draw everything he had to give.

And then, with a deep, guttural moan, Riley came.

His release pulsed hot and thick into her mouth, and Veronica welcomed it eagerly. She didn't flinch.

She swallowed every drop, her lips still wrapped around him, drinking him down with devotion and care.

Her hands kept moving, milking him gently, ensuring that nothing was left behind.

Even after he finished, she remained there, slow and tender, licking him clean, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze with a soft, satisfied smile.

She climbed up beside him, her body draped over his like silk, and kissed his lips again—sweet, slow, and full of warmth.

"Did that feel good?" she whispered, brushing his hair back from his forehead.

Riley could only nod, still catching his breath.

He pulled her close, cradling her against his chest, his heart pounding not just from pleasure, but from the overwhelming love he felt for the woman in his arms.

In that moment, nothing else existed—only the quiet intimacy between two souls who had chosen each other, again and again.

"Good," Veronica whispered against his lips, her voice thick with heat and intention. "Because I'm about to let you experience something even better."

With a slow, sultry grace, she shifted her body, crawling forward until she was once again hovering above him.

Her mouth found his in another deep, intense kiss, their lips pressing together with an urgency that stole their breath.

Riley felt her weight settle atop him, her soft curves molding perfectly to his frame.

Her skin was warm and silky, and the way she moved against him made his cock twitch eagerly between them.

He hadn't softened—not even a little. In fact, he was harder now, throbbing with anticipation.

Her body was intoxicating, the gentle press of her breasts against his chest, the subtle grind of her hips, the sweetness of her mouth—it all stirred a hunger that went far beyond the physical.

He kissed her with everything he had, unaware that while his hands explored the arch of her back and the curve of her waist, Veronica was doing something else entirely.

One of her hands had slipped behind her, fingers moving with slow, deliberate care.

She wasn't touching herself in the way Riley might have expected. Instead, her attention was focused on a place she had never let any man go—a place that had remained untouched, unexplored, even during her marriage to her late husband.

Her breath hitched slightly as her finger teased the tight ring of muscle, circling gently, coaxing her body open with patient strokes. It wasn't easy.

There was resistance—natural hesitation from a part of her that had never been breached. But she was calm, focused.

Her arousal made it easier, and the love she felt for Riley gave her courage.

This wasn't just about pleasure. This was about trust.

She had made up her mind. Tonight, she was giving him everything.

Veronica broke the kiss slowly, resting her forehead against Riley's as her hand continued its slow, careful work behind her.

Her voice, when she spoke, was breathless and tender, laced with vulnerability.

"I want you to have all of me," she said softly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "Every part of me, Riley… even the part I've never shared with anyone."

His eyes widened slightly, not in shock, but in awe. Her words sank deep.

He could feel the weight of what she was offering him—not just her body, but her complete trust, her surrender.

He reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his voice low and reverent.