My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 170 Capital

Jade's heart pounded erratically as Riley's hands continued their gentle movements. With every caress, waves of heat washed through her body, sweeping away the lingering pain and replacing it with tingling pleasure.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body arching slightly under his touch, craving more even as her rational mind screamed for restraint.

"Ughhhhh…" she finally let out, her voice trembling as his fingers found her hardened peaks and began to play with them.

He rubbed them softly, expertly, teasing the delicate buds until they responded eagerly to his stimulation. Her nipples stiffened under his fingers, aching with sensitivity.

Jade's body was on fire.

But Riley wasn't done.

Just when she thought she'd reached the height of her sensitivity, he leaned in.

His lips closed around one of her nipples, warm and firm, and he began to suck gently—then deeper, more passionately, as if drawing the remaining toxins straight from her soul.

"Ahhhhhhhhh…" she moaned again, this time louder, her back arching as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, flicking it skillfully as he sucked and released in a rhythmic pattern that left her gasping.

Her hands instinctively reached for him—one gripping his shoulder, the other burying itself in his hair. She needed to anchor herself. Needed something to hold onto as her world tilted on its axis.

Her breath came in shallow pants. Her skin was hot to the touch. Her entire body trembled, but not from fear or pain. No. That was long gone.

What filled her now was warmth. Connection. Craving.

She could feel her heart opening, her spiritual meridians loosening. The technique was working—of that, there was no doubt. But it wasn't just a healing of the body.

It was something deeper.

Riley, despite the intimacy of his actions, remained focused. Every touch, every motion, was filled with precision and care. He wasn't lost in lust. His expression was serious, his aura steady.

He was a healer in the middle of a sacred task, and Jade felt that—felt his intent, his restraint, his commitment to seeing her healed no matter the method.

But even so… even with the clarity of purpose in his actions, Jade couldn't help but feel something stir inside her. Something deeper than the flush of pleasure. Something raw and powerful and terrifyingly beautiful.

Was this the beginning of something more?

She didn't know.

But in that moment, as Riley continued his sacred, forbidden technique, Jade closed her eyes and gave herself fully to him—not just in body, but in trust.

And that… that made all the difference.

Thud!

Jade's back landed against the bed, her body sinking slightly into the soft mattress as her hair spread out like a dark halo around her.

The sound echoed faintly in the room, but her mind barely registered it—too consumed by the rush of sensations still crackling through her nerves.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, lips parted as she gasped for air, her skin flushed a delicate pink from the overwhelming heat that now enveloped her.

And then—he was there.

Riley followed without pause, his movements fluid, confident, almost instinctual. His body hovered above hers, his arms on either side of her as his shadow fell across her face.

His eyes, intense and focused, scanned her expression not just for permission, but for reassurance—for that silent confirmation that she was still with him, still choosing to trust him.

There was no hesitation in his touch now.

He had long since committed to the path he walked, and in this moment, healing her through the Sacred Lustful Restoration technique required more than just spiritual energy. It demanded connection.

Closeness. Intimacy. And Riley, a master of both body and mind, knew how to walk that delicate line between desire and duty.

His hands found her again, resuming their practiced movements, reigniting the fire he had carefully stoked in her before. Every motion was purposeful. Every caress a part of the technique.

Yet there was something more in his touch now—something that made Jade's breath hitch and her heart race all over again.

He was in control, yes—but gentle. Focused. Reverent.

Jade felt the mattress dip slightly under his weight as he leaned in closer, his warmth seeping into her like sunlight after a long storm. Her fingers clutched the sheets on either side of her as her body arched slightly, inviting him in, surrendering again to his skill, his energy… and to him.

He was doing what he did best.

Not just healing. Not just touching.

But breaking down the invisible walls she had spent years building, layer by layer, until all that remained was a woman vulnerable, open, and unafraid to hope that maybe—just maybe—this was the beginning of something more than just a technique.

Riley didn't stop there.

His hands, warm and unwavering, moved with quiet urgency as he reached for the last of Jade's garments.

Each piece came away with careful deliberation, as though he were unwrapping something sacred. The rustle of fabric falling to the floor was barely audible beneath the sound of their breathing—hers fast and uneven, his slow and controlled.

He reminded himself this wasn't just an act of intimacy. This was a technique—Sacred Lustful Restoration—and it demanded a level of closeness and trust that few would ever dare attempt.

He had already gone too far to stop now, not with the energy flow still disrupted and her life hanging in delicate balance.

The faster he finished, the less risk she'd endure. That's what he told himself.

But even so, he couldn't deny the tension humming just beneath his skin.

With her last layer removed, Jade lay before him completely bare, and the sight stole the breath from his lungs.

She was stunning.

Her body glowed softly beneath the lamplight—smooth skin flushed a delicate rose, fine beads of sweat clinging to her as if afraid to leave.

Every inch of her, from the graceful curve of her waist to the gentle swell of her hips, radiated a quiet, breathtaking beauty. She was like a goddess sculpted in warmth and desire, her vulnerability only adding to the allure.

Riley's gaze traveled down, slowly, until it settled between her parted thighs.

There, untouched and pure, was the heart of her womanhood—closed, tight, yet unmistakably wet.

Her arousal glistened faintly, the soft folds of her virgin core betraying how her body had responded to every touch, every caress. Even now, her hips twitched subtly, as if seeking more, as if pleading for him to continue what he'd begun.

Riley paused for a long moment.

This wasn't lust. It couldn't be. He wouldn't allow it.

He was a healer first.

And yet, a part of him—a quieter, darker part—couldn't ignore the stirrings deep within him. The way her body responded so naturally to his touch.

The way she looked at him, eyes heavy with trust and unspoken longing. There was no resistance in her gaze, no fear—only quiet anticipation and the unguarded truth of her desire.

He exhaled slowly, trying to steady himself.

"Focus," he told himself. "This is for her. For her survival."

And yet… he knew. No matter how clinical he tried to make it, no matter how he wrapped it in the language of healing—this moment, this technique, this connection—was more than just a means to an end.

It was personal.

It was intimate.

And it would change them both.

He reached forward, gently placing a hand over her abdomen, channeling a warm stream of spiritual energy into her core. She shivered beneath his touch, her thighs parting just a little more, instinctively.

Riley's fingers hovered just above her most sensitive place—not touching yet, but close enough that her breath hitched in her throat.

"Jade," he said quietly, his voice like velvet over steel, "From here on, it may feel… intense. But I need you to stay with me. Don't resist it. Let it flow through you."

Jade nodded, biting her lower lip, her eyes never leaving his.

She was ready.

And so was he.