And then—Riley entered her.
A gasp escaped Diana's lips, her arms tightening around his shoulders.
Riley groaned softly into her neck as he began to move, slow and deep, savoring every second.
Each thrust was deliberate, a mix of hunger and worship, of reunion and release.
The world faded away.
There were no cultivation realms, no ancient clans, no masks or secrets—just the heat of skin against skin, the tangled rhythm of bodies moving as one beneath the silver glow of the moon.
Moans and gasps filled the quiet night, rising and falling like waves.
The forest around them seemed to bend with the energy they unleashed.
The spiritual aura between them surged and pulsed, mixing together like their souls were dancing—reconnecting in a way words never could.
Minutes passed—maybe more. Time lost all meaning.
When their climax came, it struck like lightning—sharp, overwhelming, euphoric.
Diana arched beneath him, crying out his name.
