NOVEL NEXT Chapter 129: Recharge
Aiden's fingers closed around the key, the cold metal a promise in his palm. But as Akidna turned to slip away, her cloak whispering against the stone, he moved like a shadow—swift, silent.
'sorry love, I need some juice for what I'm about to do...' he thought.
His free hand shot out through the bars, grasping her wrist with a gentleness that belied the iron in his grip. Before she could gasp, he pulled her toward him, unlocking the cell door with a faint click that echoed like a heartbeat in the dim corridor.
The door creaked open just enough, and he yanked her inside, pressing her back against the rough wall as he relocked it from within. The guards were distant, their murmurs a faint drone, but the risk hung in the air like smoke.
Akidna's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. "Aiden, no," she whispered, her voice a fragile thread. "The guards... they might see. We can't—"
But her protest died on her lips as his gaze locked onto hers, dark and hungry. He stepped closer, the chains on his wrists clinking softly, forgotten in the heat rising between them.
His fingers traced the edge of her new glasses, perched delicately on her nose, framing her face like a secret he wanted to unravel. "You look even cuter with these," he murmured, his voice low and rough, like gravel under silk.
"They make your dark eyes so much more charming... drawing me in, like they've got secrets just for me."
She swallowed, her cheeks flushing under his scrutiny, but she didn't pull away. Her hands trembled at her sides, pressing flat against the wall as if to steady herself—or to invite him closer.
Aiden's smile deepened, that dangerous curve unfurling as he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear.
His hand slid up to her hair, fingers weaving through the new style—shorter, sleeker, enhancing the midnight gloss of her dark strands.
"And this hair... gods, it suits you. Frames your face like it's meant to be touched. I've missed you, Akidna. Missed this." His words were a slow caress, each one laced with the ache of separation, but his touch was bolder—his palm gliding down her side, cupping her hip with a possessiveness that made her pulse race.
His other hand ventured higher, brushing over the curve of her breast, thumb teasing the fabric until he felt her nipple harden beneath it, eliciting a soft, involuntary whimper from her lips.
"No," she breathed again, weaker this time, her eyes darting toward the bars where torchlight flickered. But her body betrayed her words—arching ever so slightly into his touch, her resistance melting like wax under flame.
Her dark eyes, wide and pleading, said something entirely different: Ravage me. Here. Now.
And so he did.
Aiden's lips crashed against hers in a kiss that was silent fire—deep, demanding, swallowing any further protest. His tongue teased hers, exploring with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her knees weaken.
She tasted of lavender and desperation, her soft moan muffled against his mouth as he pressed his body to hers, the cracked armor against her cloak a reminder of the world outside.
The kiss grew wetter, more insistent—slurping sounds escaping as their lips parted and met again, tongues tangling in a heated dance. "Mmm," she hummed low in her throat, the vibration sending a thrill through him, her hands finally moving to clutch at his shoulders.
His hands roamed everywhere, silent explorers in the shadows. One slid up her thigh, under the hem of her cloak, fingers brushing the soft skin there with feather-light touches that built to something insistent.
The other cupped her breast through the fabric of her gown, thumb circling the hardening peak until she gasped into his kiss, her back arching off the wall.
He tugged the neckline aside just enough, his mouth breaking from hers to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck—slurping softly against her skin, nipping at the pulse point that thrummed like a war drum.
Lower still, to her chest, where he latched onto her exposed breast, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud with wet, sucking sounds that made her bite her lip to stifle a deeper moan.
"Ahh... Aiden," she whispered hoarsely, her fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer as her body trembled.
Akidna's breaths came in shallow, ragged pants, each one laced with soft whimpers as his free hand cupped her butt with a firm squeeze, kneading the soft flesh and lifting her slightly against the wall.
He ground against her, his own arousal straining against the confines of his battered pants, the friction drawing a low growl from his throat.
Everything was silent—deliberate touches, hushed breaths, the rustle of fabric like a secret language—but the wet sounds of his mouth on her skin filled the air between them, intimate and urgent.
He explored her fully, hands mapping every curve, every sensitive spot. His fingers dipped between her thighs, finding her already slick with desire, and he teased her folds with slow, circling strokes.
"So wet for me," he murmured against her chest, his voice a husky whisper as he slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them to hit that spot that made her hips buck.
She moaned softly—"Ohh... yes"—her walls clenching around him, the slick sounds of his fingers moving in and out echoing faintly in the cell. He added his thumb to her clit, rubbing in tight circles, building her pleasure until her legs shook, her breaths turning to needy whimpers.
"Please... more," she gasped, her earlier protests forgotten in the haze of lust.
Aiden's mouth returned to hers, capturing her moans in another slurping, passionate kiss, tongues sliding wetly as he freed himself with one hand, the chains rattling faintly.
He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock brushing against her slick heat, teasing her until she was writhing against him. Her eyes met his—dark, stormy, begging without words—and with a muffled groan, he plunged inside her in one slow, deep thrust, filling her completely.
Akidna's head fell back against the stone, a silent cry escaping as her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. "Ahh... Aiden!" she moaned quietly, her voice breaking on his name as he began to move—each thrust measured to avoid noise, but building in intensity, hips rolling against hers with a rhythmic slap of skin on skin, muffled by their clothes.
The cell faded away; there was only the heat of their bodies, the slick slide of him inside her, her walls clenching around him as pleasure coiled tighter.
He gripped her thighs to hold her steady, one hand sliding back to squeeze her butt, fingers digging in as he drove deeper, faster.
Her moans grew more desperate—"Mmm... oh gods... yes, right there"—stifled against his shoulder as she bit down lightly to quiet herself.
The wet sounds of their joining filled the air, slick and rhythmic, mingling with the slurping of his kisses as he claimed her neck again, sucking marks into her skin. Aiden's own grunts were low, buried in her hair—"Fuck, you feel so good"—his pace quickening as he felt her tightening around him.
She came first, her body shuddering silently in his arms, a high-pitched whine escaping as waves crashed over her—"Ahh... I'm... ohh!"—nails biting into his back, her inner muscles pulsing around him in ecstasy.
The sensation pushed him over the edge; Aiden followed soon after, burying himself deep with a final, muffled groan against her shoulder—"Nngh... Akidna"—spilling into her as the tension shattered, his hips jerking with the force of his release.
[Ember: 16% > 60%]
They stayed like that for a moment, breaths mingling in heavy pants, hearts racing in the afterglow, bodies slick with sweat. The guards' voices droned on, oblivious.
Aiden pulled back just enough to kiss her forehead, his smile returning—sated, but still dangerous. "See?" he whispered, his voice rough from exertion. "Worth the risk."