My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 153 Comeback

Bianca gasped softly, her arms wrapping around his neck, her legs instinctively curling around his waist as he carried her. She could feel the strength in his arms, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her chest, the intoxicating warmth of his body surrounding her.

"Thud!"

The sound of her back meeting the soft mattress barely registered in her mind. All she could focus on was Riley—the weight of him above her, the way his lips devoured hers with a hunger that matched her own.

Their mouths met again in a desperate, fevered kiss.

It was as if they had been apart for a million years, as if they were long-lost lovers finally reunited, unable to get enough of each other.

Hands roamed, fingers traced, bodies pressed together as their passion ignited into something unstoppable.

Bianca’s breath hitched as Riley’s hands began to explore, his touch sending delicious shivers down her spine. She arched into him, her body aching for more, her mind clouded with desire.

She had given herself to him completely.

And Riley was ready to claim her as his.

"Ahhhh…" Bianca’s moan was soft yet filled with longing as her hands curled around Riley’s neck, pulling him even closer.

Their lips pressed together with newfound urgency, the kiss deepening, their tongues intertwining in a fevered dance of desire.

She was breathless, her body burning with unfamiliar yet intoxicating sensations.

The weight of Riley above her felt comforting rather than overwhelming, his warmth seeping into her bare skin.

She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against hers, the heat radiating from him as if he were branding her with his very presence. And she welcomed it—craved it.

She wanted more.

Riley wasn’t one to hold back. His hands, confident and knowing, roamed across her delicate frame, exploring every inch with an almost reverent touch.

His fingers traced slow, teasing paths along her waist, appreciating the soft dips and curves before traveling upward.

When he cupped her full breasts, Bianca gasped, her body arching instinctively into his touch.

"Ohhh…"

Her voice trembled with pleasure as his fingers kneaded her supple flesh, his palms warm against her sensitive skin.

Each squeeze, each careful caress sent delightful sparks coursing through her body, making her head spin.

And then—his fingers found her nipples.

A sharp, electric sensation shot through her the moment he pinched them between his fingers, rolling the hardened peaks with practiced ease.

Bianca’s breath hitched, her body responding eagerly, her already sensitive buds tightening even further under his skilled touch.

She was panting now, her chest rising and falling erratically, her body surrendering completely to his ministrations.

Every teasing stroke, every calculated movement of his hands sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, making her whimper and moan in ways she had never imagined.

But something else caught her attention—something firm pressing against her lower abdomen.

Even with his golden robes still between them, she could feel it—hot, hard, unmistakably male. Her heart pounded wildly at the realization, a mix of nervousness and exhilaration flooding through her.

She swallowed, shifting slightly beneath him, her thighs brushing against his sides as a warm flush spread across her cheeks.

This is really happening.

She wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, but she wasn’t afraid. Riley was her master, her guide, the man she had longed for. And tonight, she would give herself to him completely.

Her breath came in soft, shallow gasps as she lifted her gaze to meet his. His golden eyes burned with an intensity that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her body.

The way he looked at her—as if she were the most precious thing in the world—made her chest tighten with emotion.

"Ughhh…"

Another moan slipped past her lips as his hands continued their wicked work, drawing her deeper into this intoxicating sensation.

She gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his firm muscles as she instinctively pressed herself against him.

She could feel his arousal straining against the fabric, pressing insistently against her most intimate place.

Even through the barrier of cloth, the heat of him was unmistakable, sending delicious shivers down her spine.

Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily, a newfound ache blooming deep within her. She didn’t quite understand it, but she knew what she wanted—she wanted more.

And from the way Riley was looking at her, the way his breathing had grown heavier, the way his hands had begun to tremble slightly against her skin…

He wanted more too.

And in the end, more was exactly what he got.

Their kiss, which had lasted what felt like an eternity, finally came to a slow, breathless end.

Bianca’s lips were swollen, glistening with shared desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Riley pulled back just enough to gaze at her, his golden eyes filled with admiration.

He smiled, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face before murmuring, "You are perfect… and so beautiful, Bianca."

His words sent a delightful shiver down her spine, her cheeks flushing at the raw sincerity in his voice. He wasn’t simply praising her beauty—he was cherishing her, worshiping her with his gaze alone.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he leaned back and began to remove his golden robes.

Bianca watched, entranced, as each layer was discarded, revealing the chiseled perfection of his body.

His broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and powerful arms were bathed in the dim candlelight, his skin taut over lean muscle.

But what truly captured her attention—what made her breath hitch and her heart pound wildly—was the undeniable proof of his arousal.

The moment his final garment hit the floor, he stood before her in his full, masculine glory.

Bianca swallowed hard, her eyes widening slightly as she took him in.

She had known Riley was strong, but seeing him like this—raw, powerful, and utterly magnificent—sent a new rush of heat through her body.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

They simply stared at each other, drinking in the sight, their bodies humming with anticipation.

The air between them grew thick, charged with unspoken longing, as if they were both memorizing this moment—the way they looked at each other, the way their bodies responded to the sheer intensity of their connection.

The silent standoff only made them both hotter, their need for each other growing unbearable.

Then, without another word, Riley moved.

He climbed back onto the bed, rejoining Bianca, his body pressing against hers once more. Their skin touched—warmth against warmth, desire meeting desire—and Bianca shivered at the electric sensation.

Riley cupped her face gently, his thumb stroking her cheek as he leaned in, whispering, "Are you ready?"

Bianca gazed up at him, her eyes shimmering with trust, affection, and unrestrained yearning.

"Yes," she breathed and looked at Riley like a woman in love and perhaps more.