"Well, you don’t have to worry about anything else. Leave it all to —the expert in these things," Riley said with a grin that carried a dangerous mix of charm and confidence.
His tone was teasing, but his eyes held a glint of sothing deeper, sothing serious.
Then his expression softened. "But are you really sure about this, Selena?" he asked quietly, his voice lowering as if afraid the mont might shatter if he spoke too loud.
Selena hesitated. Her fingers twisted together, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
The silence between them stretched, heavy with anticipation.
She closed her eyes for a mont, inhaling deeply—once, twice, five tis—before finally nodding. It wasn’t a bold nod, but it was enough.
That was all Riley needed.
He took a single step forward, and in an instant, his arms were around her.
Selena gasped in surprise, feeling his warmth and strength envelop her completely.
Before she could gather her thoughts, Riley guided her backward until she fell gently onto the bed.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as he leaned over her, his shadow falling across her face.
"Riley..." she whispered, her voice trembling with both nervousness and sothing she couldn’t na.
But Riley didn’t answer.
His gaze road over her face with an intensity that made her feel both shy and seen in a way she never had before.
The next mont, he pulled his robes off in one smooth motion. Selena’s eyes widened.
The light from the room’s light lantern traced the hard lines of his chest and the sculpted muscles of his arms.
He looked powerful, almost unreal.
Selena tried to calm her racing heart, but her thoughts scattered the longer she looked at him.
He wasn’t just handso—he was breathtaking.
The strong jawline, the sharp curve of his nose, and those confident eyes that could make anyone feel weak just by eting them.
Her lips parted slightly as she tried to say sothing—anything—but the words refused to co.
Riley moved closer, the air between them charged and heavy.
The heat of his body reached her even without touch, and every instinct in her scread to both run and stay.
"Selena," Riley murmured, his voice husky, low, and impossibly gentle. "You can still change your mind."
She looked up at him then, her eyes uncertain but steady. "I don’t want to," she said softly.
Riley froze for a mont, as if her words carried more weight than she knew.
Then, with a deep breath, he brushed a strand of her hair aside and smiled—a real one this ti, free of teasing.
"Alright," he whispered. "Then let take care of you."
And as he leaned closer, the world around them seed to fade, leaving only the sound of their hearts beating in ti.
Riley joined her on the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.
Selena’s heart skipped a beat.
The room suddenly felt smaller, warr, and quieter—like the air itself was waiting for sothing to happen.
Then Riley leaned closer, his breath brushing against her lips, and kissed her softly.
It was her first kiss.
For a mont, Selena froze, unsure what to do.
Her mind went blank, and all she could feel was the warmth of his lips and the steady beat of his heart through his chest.
Riley didn’t rush her; his touch was patient, guiding, as if afraid to startle her.
Slowly, instinct took over.
Selena began to move with him, learning through feeling—how to tilt her head, how to breathe between their lips, how to answer his gentle rhythm.
She could sense his smile between kisses, and it made her relax, even as her pulse raced faster.
Her hands hesitated at first, hovering uncertainly before finding the courage to rest against his chest.
His skin was warm, his muscles tense beneath her fingertips.
The more she touched him, the more she felt heat blooming inside her, spreading from her chest to every corner of her body.
Riley deepened the kiss, and Selena’s breath hitched.
The mont felt endless, like the world outside had disappeared entirely.
When he finally pulled back, she was panting softly, her eyes dazed and wide.
"Riley..." she whispered, unsure whether to thank him or ask for more.
He only smiled, brushing his thumb gently against her cheek.
"You’re doing perfectly," he murmured, his voice low and reassuring.
His fingers found the edge of her robe, and he paused, searching her eyes for permission.
Selena hesitated, her thoughts spinning. Then she nodded faintly.
He moved carefully, helping her slip out of her outer layer, never breaking eye contact.
The cool air kissed her skin, and she shivered—not from cold, but from the sheer vulnerability of it all.
Riley’s gaze softened, almost reverent.
He looked at her not with hunger, but with awe, as though she were sothing fragile and precious.
"You’re beautiful," he said quietly, almost as if speaking to himself.
Selena felt her face grow hot, and she turned her head slightly, embarrassed yet strangely comforted.
She had never been looked at like this before—never with such warmth, such sincerity.
Her hands trembled as she reached up, touching his cheek.
"You really an that?" she asked softly.
Riley leaned closer, pressing his forehead to hers. "Every word," he whispered.
For a while, they stayed like that—breathing the sa air, listening to the rhythm of each other’s hearts.
The mont stretched between them, filled with unspoken promises and the quiet thrill of sothing new.
The two kissed again, slower this ti, as if trying to morize the taste of each other.
What began as hesitant curiosity soon grew into sothing warr and deeper.
Riley’s hands moved with unhurried care, tracing the outline of her shoulders and the curve of her back.
Each touch drew a soft sound from Selena’s lips—half gasp, half sigh—until she no longer knew whether she was breathing or simply floating.
Her fingers clutched at his arms as though anchoring herself.
The world felt distant; all she could feel was the weight of his touch and the heat of his body.
He teased her in small, deliberate ways—his thumb brushing against her collarbone, his fingertips gliding over her waist—each motion sending tiny sparks racing through her veins.
When their lips finally parted, Selena could hardly find her voice.
Her cheeks burned with color, her chest rising and falling with every shallow breath.
She stared at him, bewildered by the rush of sensations that still trembled through her.
"How..." she began, her voice breaking softly. "How are you so good at this?"
Riley raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curving into that familiar, mischievous grin.
Selena continued, flustered yet honest.
"You’re not even fifty, and yet you—" She stopped herself, shaking her head as if words failed her.
"It’s like you know exactly what you’re doing. Exactly what I’m feeling."
Riley chuckled quietly, his breath warm against her ear. "Just like cultivation," he said, his tone playfully smooth, "training makes perfect."
Selena blinked, trying not to smile. "Training, huh? And how much of that have you done?"
"Enough to know where to start," he replied, his voice low and teasing.
Before she could fire back another question, Riley tilted her chin upward and kissed her again.
This ti, the kiss was deliberate—slow, steady, and full of confidence.
His lips moved from hers to her cheek, then down to the soft curve of her neck.
The sensation made her tremble, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.
She could feel his breath against her skin, warm and steady, as he whispered between kisses, "You’re shaking."
"I can’t help it," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "It’s... too much."
Riley paused and looked up, his eyes locking onto hers. "Then tell if I should stop."
Selena hesitated.
For a mont, her ancient composure returned—the part of her that had seen empires rise and fall, that had faced countless storms.
But then she saw his face, saw the way he was looking at her—not as soone untouchable, not as a legend or a figure of power, but as a woman.
"Don’t," she whispered finally. "Don’t stop."
Riley smiled faintly, the kind of smile that carried both promise and restraint.
He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and continued his slow, tender trail of kisses down her neck.
Each one felt like a spark lighting sothing new inside her.
Selena closed her eyes, surrendering to the rhythm of his touch, the warmth of his breath, the unspoken connection that pulled them closer still.
For the first ti in a very long ti, she wasn’t thinking about who she was, or how old she had beco—only that she was here, alive, and wanted.
"Ahhhhhh..."
"Ohhhhhh...."
"Ughhhhh...."
In ti, Selena’s soft gasps turned into quiet, trembling sighs that seed to fill the room like music.
Every breath, every sound she made blended with the rhythm they created together.
It was as though the air itself moved in ti with them—warm, heavy, and alive.
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