CHAPTER 331: CHAPTER 331 OPINION

Riley did not take long to respond and gave Juliet the time of her life.

His kiss was deep and consuming, leaving her lips swollen and tender, while her body grew weak under his relentless passion.

Her knees buckled, forcing her to lean against him for support, her breath coming in shaky gasps as his warmth surrounded her.

Every brush of his lips against hers sent sparks racing down her spine, until she felt herself melting entirely in his arms.

Taking advantage of her trembling state, Riley guided Juliet toward the bed.

His hands never left her, sliding over her curves with slow, deliberate strokes.

The moment the back of her knees touched the mattress, he pushed her down gently, his eyes drinking in the sight of her flushed, innocent face as she fell against the sheets.

Riley followed after, advancing over her like a predator closing in on prey, his intentions written clearly in the hunger of his gaze.

"Ahhhh..." Juliet moaned sweetly when Riley’s big hands cupped her breasts, squeezing her soft flesh with greedy delight.

Her huge, perfect mounds yielded under his grip, the softness sending a thrill through him as he kneaded them like treasures meant for no one else.

Her body arched into his touch as though begging for more, her face twisting with pleasure she could no longer hide.

Riley lowered his head, brushing kisses along her neck before capturing her lips again, this time slower, more teasing.

His thumbs traced over her nipples, feeling them stiffen under his touch.

When he pinched them lightly, Juliet gasped, her voice breaking into a moan that was even sweeter, even sexier than before.

Her pretty face flushed a deeper red, her lips parted, and yet she bit down to try and muffle her cries.

That little act of innocence only drove Riley wilder.

She looked so breathtaking—caught between shame and desire, her body betraying her as it shivered under his every touch.

"You’re so beautiful..." Riley whispered against her skin, his voice low and husky.

His mouth trailed lower, planting hot kisses across her collarbone as his hands continued their relentless play on her breasts.

Juliet could do nothing but clutch at the sheets, her body writhing beneath him, her moans breaking free no matter how hard she tried to hold them back.

"Riley!" Juliet cried out, her voice breaking into a gasp as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

She could no longer keep his name from slipping past her lips, her chest heaving as her lover pressed his advantage.

Riley moved in for the kill, lowering his head until his mouth latched onto one of her swollen nipples.

The heat of his lips made Juliet shiver, and then came the wild strokes of his tongue, teasing, swirling, and sucking in a way that made her toes curl.

Her back arched off the bed, her hands instinctively clutching at his hair, unable to resist the sensations flooding her.

He did not rush.

After several long, indulgent minutes, Riley shifted, releasing her with a wet pop only to descend upon her other breast.

His mouth worked eagerly, lips tugging, tongue flicking, savoring the taste of her as though he would never be satisfied.

Juliet’s cries grew louder, her voice rising higher with each pass of his tongue, until the room was filled with nothing but the sweet, breathless music of her pleasure.

Soon her creamy, heaving mounds glistened under the soft light, slick with his saliva.

It coated her skin, shining across her pale curves as Riley’s hunger left its mark.

The sight of her perfect breasts glistening, rising and falling with her ragged breathing, drove him into a frenzy.

He nipped gently, then soothed with his tongue, keeping her on the edge, never letting her slip free from the storm of desire he commanded.

Juliet’s face twisted in ecstasy, her teeth biting into her lip as her body writhed beneath him.

"Riley... ahhh... please..." she moaned, her voice trembling, caught between begging and surrender.

Her lover lifted his head just enough to gaze down at her flushed, innocent face.

His lips curved into a wolfish grin, his chest rising with excitement.

He had conquered her completely, yet he knew this was only a prelude of many more pleasures to come.

The wild foreplay Riley poured onto her body left Juliet trembling, her breath hitching in her throat as if she were caught in a dream.

Never had she imagined making love could feel this way—every kiss, every caress was like a spark that set her aflame.

She thought back to the stories whispered among the women of her clan, tales filled with dread.

They spoke of their first nights as nothing but agony—of men who forced their way in, slamming their cocks deep until tears and cries of pain were all that remained.

Juliet had steeled herself for the same fate, thinking love was only something to endure.

But Riley was different. He did not rush to claim her.

He did not treat her like an object to be broken. Instead, he cherished her—he kissed her lips until they were swollen with heat, he caressed her curves as though they were treasures in his hands, and he worshipped her breasts with such passion that Juliet felt herself unraveling.

Each tug of his mouth on her nipples, each flick of his tongue, turned what she had once feared into something she now craved desperately.

"Ohhhhh..." Juliet moaned, her voice high and trembling as the heat consumed her.

Her delicate fingers buried themselves in Riley’s black hair, gripping tight, pulling him closer, urging him to take more.

Her innocence gave way to instinct as she arched her back, thrusting her heaving bosom into his hungry mouth.

She wanted him to have them, to feast on them, to make her his.

Riley responded with a growl of satisfaction, sucking harder, biting gently before soothing the sting with his tongue.

One hand kneaded her other breast firmly, rolling her nipple between his fingers until it was hard and sensitive, while his mouth never stopped its greedy feast.

Wet sounds filled the air as he devoured her, leaving trails of saliva across her pale, creamy mounds.

Juliet gasped and squirmed beneath him, her thighs rubbing together as if trying to relieve the aching heat burning inside her untouched core.

She felt her pussy grow wetter with every flick of his tongue, her virgin depths gushing juices she never knew her body could make.

It was as though her womanhood itself was calling out, begging for him to enter, eager instead of afraid.

Her head tilted back against the pillow, hair spilling wildly across the sheets.

She bit her lip, trying to stifle her cries, but the moans escaped anyway—soft, sweet, and utterly shameless.

Her body betrayed her completely, trembling with the sheer force of the sensations Riley wrung from her.

"Riley... ahhh... it feels so good..." she whispered between gasps, her voice shaky but full of yearning.

Hearing her surrender only fueled him further. He pulled back for a moment, his lips glistening, and gazed down at her flushed face.

Her innocence, her desperate moans, the way her chest heaved with every ragged breath—it made him want to devour her whole.

Smirking, Riley lowered his head again, suckling at her breasts with renewed hunger, while his free hand slid lower, tracing the soft curves of her waist before resting possessively on her trembling thigh.

Juliet shuddered at his touch, her body arching as though her very skin begged for more.

She felt like she was floating, weightless, carried by waves of pleasure that crashed again and again.

The sheets beneath her were damp from her sweat, her body glowing with need, her virgin pussy weeping endlessly for the moment she would finally be taken.

And still Riley teased, savoring every second of her surrender, determined to make her body ache for him until she could no longer hold back the desperate plea for more.

"Ahhhhhh..."

"Ohhhhh..."

"Ughhhh..." Juliet’s sweet voice rang through the chamber, every gasp and moan rising higher, more desperate, as though her very soul was singing for him.

She had never thought in her wildest dreams that being touched this way could feel so divine.

Riley had cherished her bosom endlessly, his lips and tongue claiming her breasts for what felt like an eternity, ten minutes of pure bliss that left her nipples hard, swollen, and dripping with his attention.

By the time he finally moved away, her chest was aching with pleasure, her body trembling, her heart racing.

His lips did not leave her for long.

Slowly, deliberately, he began to roam further down, trailing hot kisses along the smooth plains of her stomach.

Each press of his mouth sent sparks across her nerves, making her squirm helplessly beneath him.

When his lips circled her delicate navel, Juliet whimpered, her fingers tangling tighter in the sheets, her thighs shifting restlessly in anticipation.

"R-Riley..." she whispered, her voice so sweet, so broken with longing.