My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 97 Keen

Fay's heart pounded in her chest as she waited for Riley to come to her room. He expected this to be just another massage session but Fay of course has another thing in mind.

The air in the room grew thick with tension, every breath she took feeling heavier than the last. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she clenched them into fists, determined to see this through.

She had spent too many nights tossing and turning, her mind consumed by the memory of his touch, the heat of his lips against her pussy.

The way he had claimed her, the way he had made her feel things she had never imagined possible—it had awakened something deep within her, something she could no longer ignore.

She had always been a girl of delicate constitution, her life defined by the fragility of her health.

Her days were spent in quiet solitude, either confined to her chambers or practicing her cultivation in the secluded courtyard. Men were a distant concept to her, their presence fleeting and unimportant.

But Riley… Riley was different. He had shattered the walls she had built around herself, not with force, but with a single touch, a single glance.

He had seen her at her most vulnerable, and instead of turning away, he had embraced her. And now, she was ready to give herself to him completely.

The sheer fabric of her nightdress clung to her skin, the cool air brushing against her body in a way that made her shiver.

"Ding!" the door opened and Riley looked at her in surprise. She could feel Riley's eyes on her, his gaze burning through the thin material as if it were nothing.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, but she held her ground, her resolve unwavering. She had made her choice, and there was no going back.

"Young Master Riley…" she began again, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with a quiet determination.

"I… I need you. I can't stop thinking about you. About us. I think I'm still not better. I have some more healing to do."

Riley's expression remained unreadable, but his eyes darkened with desire. He took another step closer, his presence overwhelming, his aura commanding.

Fay felt her knees weaken, but she forced herself to stand tall, to meet his gaze without faltering.

She wanted him to see her—not as the fragile girl she had always been, but as a woman who knew what she wanted.

"Fay," he said, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down her spine.

"You don't have to do this. You don't have to pay anything to me."

"I'm not trying to pay a price, young master Riley," she replied, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside her.

"I'm choosing this. I'm choosing you. I want more of what you did to me back then. I can't stop thinking about it. It's all I've ever thought day and night."

For a moment, Riley said nothing. He simply stared at her, his piercing gaze searching her face as if trying to uncover any trace of doubt.

But Fay's expression was resolute, her eyes filled with a quiet strength that surprised him. She was no longer the timid girl he had first met.

She had grown, changed, and now she stood before him, offering herself without hesitation.

"You understand what this means, don't you?" he asked, his voice softening slightly.

"Once we cross this line, there's no turning back. You'll be mine, Fay. Completely."

Fay nodded, her heart swelling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. "I understand," she said.

"And I'm ready."

Riley's lips curved into a faint smile, one that sent a thrill through her entire body. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through her.

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Fay's breath hitched, her body instinctively leaning into his hand. She had missed this—missed him.

"Then let me take care of you," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble that made her pulse quicken.

"Let me show you what it means to be mine."

Fay's eyes fluttered shut as Riley's lips descended on hers, the kiss slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment.

Her hands found their way to his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his golden robes as she melted into him. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other.

They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, the soft sheets crumpling beneath them. Riley wasted no time, his movements swift and deliberate.

He was a man on a mission, driven by a hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

Fay's breath hitched as his hands moved to the thin straps of her nightdress, sliding them down her shoulders with practiced ease.

The fabric pooled around her waist, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze.

Riley's eyes darkened as he took her in, his breath catching at the sight of her. The last time he had seen her like this, he had been focused on healing her, on easing her pain.

But now, there was no pretense, no veil of duty to hide behind. This time, she was his—completely and utterly his. His desire for her was palpable, a fire that burned hotter with every passing second.

Fay's cheeks flushed under his intense scrutiny, but she didn't shy away. Instead, she met his gaze with a mixture of vulnerability and determination, her eyes silently urging him to continue.

She had waited for this moment, dreamed of it, and now that it was here, she wasn't going to let fear or hesitation hold her back.

Riley's hands moved to her breasts, his touch both firm and gentle, as if he were memorizing every curve, every inch of her.

Fay's breath came in shallow gasps as his fingers teased her sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.