My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 177 Flow

Riley made sure Jade had a few quiet minutes to catch her breath.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body still trembling from the last wave of pleasure.

He watched her, a mixture of tenderness and hunger in his eyes, brushing a few damp strands of hair from her flushed face.

Then his gaze slowly drifted downward—settling where their bodies remained joined.

He pulled back slightly, his thick shaft still hard and glistening.

The sight made his breath hitch—her arousal coated him in slick, pearly white, a testament to just how much she had enjoyed every moment.

There was something undeniably erotic about it, raw and unfiltered, and it only spurred him on.

With a low groan, he pushed in again, slower this time, letting her feel every inch.

Then he eased out, repeating the motion with deliberate care, savoring the way her body clung to his.

Jade whimpered softly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

The gentle rhythm was teasing, a promise of what was to come. Riley's movements were steady, measured—until one sound changed everything.

"Ahhhh…"

That moan. Breathless, needy, and deliciously vulnerable.

Riley smirked.

"Ready for more?" he whispered, voice low and thick with desire.

And then he began again—no longer gentle. His hips snapped forward with a growing hunger, each thrust stronger than the last.

The room filled with the rhythmic slaps of skin against skin, and soon Jade's voice joined the symphony, raw and unrestrained.

"Ohhhh… yes…"

"Ughhh—Riley…!"

She gripped the sheets, her knuckles white, her body arching into him as he took her again and again.

Each thrust sent her higher, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room as if they could never be silenced.

Time lost all meaning. Hours passed in a blur of tangled limbs, passionate kisses, and breathless whispers in the dark.

Riley didn't just make love—he ravished. Possessed. Taught. He showed her the edges of pleasure, and then dragged her past them.

Every position, every rhythm, every touch was something new, something thrilling. He made her body sing, made her beg, made her need.

By the time morning light slipped through the curtains, Jade was spent—her voice hoarse, her body slick with sweat and satisfaction.

Her world had shifted, completely and utterly. She had entered the night uncertain, inexperienced, unsure.

Now she knew.

Riley was an animal in bed—relentless, attentive, and devastatingly skilled.

And he had introduced her to a side of herself she never knew existed: a woman hungry for touch, aching for release, and addicted to the man who had awakened it all.

Riley had been the one to guide Jade through every hidden pleasure the bedroom had to offer.

From gentle touches to the most sinful positions, he taught her everything—slowly at first, with patient hands and whispered instructions, then with a growing hunger that ignited something fierce in both of them.

And Jade? She was a natural. Curious, bold, and surprisingly responsive. What started as cautious exploration quickly turned into a full surrender to sensation.

Every gasp, every cry, every trembling moan she made only pushed Riley further, made him crave her more.

She learned fast. Too fast.

Which only made the night more exhilarating.

They had lost count of the number of times their bodies tangled, of how many waves of pleasure had washed over them.

Each moment was more intense than the last—Jade rising to meet Riley's every demand, her passion matching his in a way that surprised even him. But eventually, her stamina gave out. She couldn't last forever.

Thud!

Her body gave out, slumping onto the bed as her final orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave.

She cried out softly, a mixture of ecstasy and exhaustion, before finally collapsing into unconsciousness. Her skin was flushed, her body trembling, her breathing shallow but content.

Riley stood over her for a moment, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

He had made love to her for hours—intense, relentless, passionate hours—and the sheer euphoria of it all had overwhelmed her completely.

Jade had entered this night as a beginner in the world of physical intimacy. Now she was baptized in its fire, her body awakened in ways she never could've imagined.

But even with her enthusiasm, her adventurous spirit, and her growing craving for Riley's touch… she was still only human.

And Riley?

Riley was something else entirely.

He was a force of nature in bed—unstoppable, untamed, and insatiable.

His stamina bordered on supernatural, a bottomless hunger that no woman had ever been able to fully satisfy. Not Katherine. Not Veronica. No one.

He didn't just make love. He devoured. He conquered. He owned.

And now, Jade had experienced it firsthand.

She lay sprawled across the bed, a sheen of sweat covering her smooth skin, her lips parted in the afterglow of pleasure.

Her thighs were trembling, her body marked by the intensity of the night.

Yet even as she rested, even unconscious, she looked stunning—like a goddess who had given everything and received more than she'd thought possible.

Riley exhaled slowly, running a hand through his tousled hair. He glanced down at himself, half-amused, half-frustrated—he was still rock hard, his need far from spent. Even after everything, his body craved more. It always did.

But tonight, he'd give Jade the rest she deserved.

He climbed into bed beside her, pulling the covers over both of them. His arm draped across her waist, pulling her close, skin against skin.

She instinctively curled into him, a soft sigh escaping her lips, her body still seeking his even in sleep.

He kissed her temple gently and murmured into the silence, "Well… there's still tomorrow."

And there would be. Another day to explore, to teach, to push her even further into this world of raw passion and boundless pleasure.

Riley closed his eyes, letting his body relax beside hers, though the fire inside him still burned hot. For now, sleep would come. But he already knew—

Tomorrow, he wouldn't hold back.

The morning drifted by in a soft, golden haze. Then came the afternoon, warm and quiet, as the world outside moved along at its usual pace.

But in the cozy cocoon of the bedroom, Jade remained lost in slumber—deep, undisturbed, and well-earned. Her body was simply too exhausted to wake, still recovering from the night Riley had given her.

He hadn't left her side once.

While she slept, Riley had remained nearby, watching over her with a mixture of pride and tenderness.

He'd spent part of the day preparing a meal, knowing she'd need something nourishing when she finally woke.

She'd given him everything the night before—her trust, her body, her passion—and now it was his turn to take care of her in a different way.

It was early evening when Jade finally stirred.

A soft rustle of sheets. A delicate sigh. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting slowly to the amber glow of the setting sun spilling into the room.

She blinked once, twice, then inhaled deeply—and that's when she smelled it.

Warm. Rich. Savory.

Her stomach grumbled with sudden urgency.

She turned her head and spotted Riley walking in with a tray—his chest bare, hair tousled, a crooked smile on his face. The sight of him, paired with the scent of food, made her heart skip a beat.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty," he said, voice smooth as silk. "You've slept for almost an entire day. Time to refuel. I'm still not over you."

Jade stretched, catlike, her muscles tingling from how much they'd been used.

She shifted under the sheets, the fabric slipping down to reveal the graceful slope of her shoulder and a hint of cleavage.

Riley's eyes lingered just long enough to make her pulse quicken.

"Hmmmm…" she hummed softly, lips curving into a sleepy smile. "You're trying to seduce me with food now?"

"It's working, isn't it?" he quipped, placing the tray on her lap.

She sat up slowly, drawing the blanket around her bare chest but not bothering to hide her amused expression.

The tray was beautiful—carefully arranged with a bowl of steaming soup, fragrant rice, tender slices of meat glazed in something sweet and smoky, and even a few perfectly cut fruit slices for dessert.

Her stomach let out another growl.

"I'm starving," she admitted, eyes lighting up.

"Thought you might be. Your body's been through a lot."

Jade blushed faintly at the memory of the night before, but hunger won out over modesty. She picked up the spoon and took a small bite of the soup—and instantly froze.

Her eyes widened.

"This is… amazing," she whispered.

"Told you I could cook," Riley said with a smug grin as he leaned against the edge of the bed, arms crossed. "Just one of my many hidden talents."

Jade quickly forgot all about eating slowly. Once she got a taste of the food, she dove in—polite nibbles replaced with enthusiastic bites.

She devoured the meal with growing urgency, moaning softly with each mouthful.