Chapter 597 592: Hot Chamber

The door sealed behind them with a soft click. Residual dampeners hummed low along the walls, already registering the spike in Aiden's signature.

The chamber was small, stone walls close, bed shoved against the far side. Selene barely had time to turn before he was on her.

He spun her around, shoved her face-first against the cool stone, and yanked her shift up over her hips in one rough pull. The fabric tore at the seam. Her bare ass was already in his hands, fingers digging hard enough to leave marks.

"Aiden—"

He cut her off by kicking her feet wider and pressing the thick head of his cock against her cunt. She was already wet. He didn't wait.

He slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

The wet, heavy slap of his hips meeting her ass cracked through the room. Selene's moan tore out of her throat, raw and loud.

"Fuck—!"

He didn't give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard, deep, and relentless, every thrust driving her higher against the wall. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the chamber in a steady, filthy rhythm—hard, rhythmic impacts that echoed off the stone.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Selene's moans spilled out of her in broken, high sounds. "Ah—ah—fuck—Aiden—harder—"

He gave it to her. One hand locked around the back of her neck, pinning her face to the wall. The other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise as he pounded into her.

His cock dragged out almost all the way and slammed back in to the hilt every single time, the wet sound of her cunt taking him loud and obscene.

"Take it," he growled against her ear. "Every fucking inch."

Selene's voice cracked into a long, shaky moan. "Yes—yes—fuck me—don't stop—"

"You like that? Getting stretched open against the wall like some temple whore?"

"Yes—godsdamn it—yes—"

He laughed, low and rough, and drove in harder. "Say it properly."

"I'm your temple whore—just fuck me—"

He pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her back, legs already spreading.

Aiden climbed over her, shoved her thighs wide, and drove back into her in one savage thrust. The bedframe slammed against the wall. The wet slap of his hips meeting hers started up again, louder this time.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Selene's moans turned desperate. Her nails raked down his back as he fucked her into the mattress, the force of each thrust making her breasts bounce and her voice break.

"Aiden—ah—fuck—your cock—so deep—"

"Look at me," he ordered.

She forced her eyes open. His were dark, focused, the residual field around them already starting to heat the air.

"You feel how hard you make me?" he said, thrusting deep enough to knock the breath out of her. "Been thinking about this since the rite. Watching you stand there all proper while I wanted to bend you over the altar."

Selene's laugh broke into a moan. "You should have. Would've been faster."

"Next time I will." He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, folding her nearly in half, and pounded even harder. The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into her cunt mixed with the heavy slap of skin and her rising cries.

"Moan louder," he ordered, voice rough. "I want the whole fucking temple to hear how hard I'm stretching this tight cunt."

Selene's next moan was almost a scream. "Ah—yes—fuck me—use me—"

"Louder."

"Aiden—fuck—your cock is wrecking me—"

He grinned, teeth flashing, and kept the pace brutal. "That's better. Keep talking. Tell me what you want."

"Harder—deeper—don't you dare slow down—"

"Not a chance."

He pulled out again, flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and slammed back in from behind.

The new angle let him go even deeper. Every thrust made her ass jiggle under the force of the impact. The slap of his hips against her cheeks was sharp and continuous.

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap.

Selene's face was buried in the sheets, but her moans still poured out, muffled and broken. "Aiden—Aiden—don't stop—fuck the living shit out of me—"

"You asked for it." He reached around, found her clit, and rubbed hard while he kept driving into her. Her entire body locked up. A raw, high cry ripped out of her as she came hard, cunt clamping down around his cock in tight, pulsing waves. He didn't slow down.

He fucked her straight through the orgasm, the wet slap of skin never stopping, her moans turning into continuous, shaky sobs of pleasure.

"Again," he growled, still pounding her. "You're going to come on this cock until you can't think."

He pulled her up by the hair so her back arched, one hand still working her clit, the other gripping her hip as he slammed into her.

The residual field around them flared hot and wild, but neither of them cared. The only sounds that mattered were the wet slap of his cock burying itself inside her over and over, and the broken, filthy moans spilling from Selene's mouth.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Aiden—I'm—ah—fuck—coming again—"

Her second orgasm hit harder than the first. Her legs shook. Her voice cracked into a long, wordless cry. Aiden kept fucking her through it, relentless, until his own release slammed into him.

He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her cunt in thick pulses while the last wet slaps of his hips against her ass filled the room.

He stayed deep inside her, breathing hard, still holding her up by the hair.

Selene's body trembled under him, residual signature blown wide open, soft broken moans still leaking from her throat with every aftershock.

Aiden slowly released her hair and leaned down, mouth against her ear.

"We're not done," he said, voice low and rough. "Not even close."

He pulled out just long enough to flip her onto her back again, shoved her legs wide, and sank back into her still-dripping cunt in one deep thrust. The wet sound of it was filthy. Selene's moan rose immediately.

The bed started slamming against the wall once more.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Selene's hands scrambled for purchase on his shoulders. "You're still hard—"

"You did that." He set a slower, heavier rhythm this time, grinding deep on every stroke so she felt every inch. "Keep your legs open. I want to watch."

She did. He looked down between them, watching his cock slide in and out of her, coated in both of them. "Fuck, look at that. Taking me so easy now."

"Because you already ruined me once," she panted.

"Good. Going to do it again."

He leaned down and bit the side of her neck, not hard enough to break skin, just enough to make her jolt. She cursed and tightened around him. He laughed against her throat.

"Sensitive already?"

"Shut up and fuck me."

"Make me."

She raked her nails down his back hard enough to sting. He growled and slammed in deeper, the bedframe protesting. "That's more like it."

They stayed like that for a while—him driving into her with long, punishing strokes, her moaning and cursing and telling him exactly how good it felt. When she started shaking again he sat back on his heels, pulled her hips higher, and kept the angle that made her eyes roll.

"Third one," he said. "Give it to me."

"Aiden—I can't—"

"You can. Come on. Let me feel it."

He rubbed her clit with his thumb in tight circles while he fucked her. She broke with a sharp cry, body locking, cunt pulsing around him again. He didn't stop. He rode her through it until she was limp and gasping.

Only then did he pull out, flip her onto her side, lift one leg, and push back in from behind. The new position let him go slow and deep while he mouthed at her shoulder and reached around to palm her breast.

"Still with me?" he asked.

"Barely."

"Good enough."

He kept the pace steady, almost lazy, but every thrust bottomed out. Selene's voice had gone hoarse. She still pushed back to meet him.

"Talk to me," he said.

"About what?"

"Anything. Tell me how it feels."

She laughed, breathless. "It feels like you're trying to split me open and I'm letting you. Feels like I should've dragged you in here days ago. Feels fucking perfect."

"Keep going."

"Your cock is thick and it's hitting everything and I can still feel the last two orgasms and if you keep this up I'm going to come again and I don't even know if I can—"

"You will."

He proved it a few minutes later. She came with a broken sound, body twitching, and this time he followed right after, grinding deep as he emptied into her again.

They stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard. The residual dampeners were still humming, trying to contain the mess of signatures in the room.

Aiden finally eased out of her. Cum slid down her thigh. He watched it for a second, then dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed them back inside her.

Selene made a soft, oversensitive sound.

"Too much?" he asked.

"Do it anyway."

He did, slow and deliberate, working his fingers in and out while she shivered. When he finally pulled them free he wiped them across her stomach and dropped onto the bed beside her.

For a while neither of them spoke. The only sound was their breathing and the low hum of the dampeners.

Selene turned her head to look at him. "The whole temple probably heard that."

"Let them. They're just jealous."

She snorted. "You're impossible."

"You like it."

"I do." She reached over and traced a line down his chest. "We're going to have to clean up before anyone comes looking."

"Later."

"Aiden—"

He rolled on top of her again, pinning her wrists lightly. "I said later."

Her eyes widened, then narrowed with a spark of challenge. "You're not serious."

"Completely serious." He leaned down and bit her lower lip. "One more. Then we can pretend to be responsible."

She stared at him for a long second, then grinned, sharp and hungry. "Fine. One more. Make it count."

He did.

This time he took her on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, standing behind her, hands locked on her hips. The angle was deep and the force was steady. She braced herself on the mattress and pushed back into every thrust, moaning open-mouthed.

"Harder," she demanded.

He gave it to her. The wet slap of skin filled the chamber again. Her breasts swayed with every impact. When she started to shake he reached under and rubbed her clit until she came hard, legs nearly giving out. He held her up and fucked her through it, then pulled out, spun her around, and pushed her down onto her back again so he could finish looking her in the eyes.

He came with a low groan, buried deep, and stayed there while the aftershocks ran through both of them.

Eventually he eased out and collapsed beside her. Selene's chest rose and fell fast. Her thighs were slick. Marks from his hands were already darkening on her hips and neck.

She turned her head toward him. "Okay. Now we're done."

"For now."

"Aiden."

He smirked. "For now."

She shook her head, but she was smiling. "You're going to get us both in trouble."

"Worth it."

They lay there a while longer, the residual field slowly settling. Outside the sealed door the temple continued its quiet work. Inside the chamber the air still smelled like sex and heat and the sharp edge of residual power.

Selene eventually sat up, wincing a little. "I need water. And a new shift. You tore the last one."

"I'll get you both. After I make sure you can still walk."

She shot him a look. "I can walk."

"Prove it."

She stood. Her legs were unsteady for the first two steps. Aiden watched, openly pleased with himself.

"Shut up," she said.

"Didn't say a word."

"You were thinking it."

"Damn right I was."

She grabbed the ruined shift, wiped herself as best she could, and tossed it at his face. He caught it, laughing.

"Get dressed," she ordered. "Before someone actually does come looking."

He sat up and reached for his own clothes, still grinning. "Yes, priestess."

"Don't start."

"Too late. Already did."

She rolled her eyes, but the smile stayed. Outside, the dampeners finally quieted. The spike in their signatures had faded enough that no one would come running. For now.

Aiden pulled his shirt on and looked at her. "Same time tomorrow?"

Selene paused at the door, hand on the seal. She glanced back over her shoulder, hair messy, marks visible on her throat, expression somewhere between exasperated and satisfied.

"Try and stop me."

The door unsealed. She stepped out. Aiden followed a minute later, residual signature carefully banked, the taste of her still on his tongue and the memory of every wet slap still echoing in his head.

They weren't done. Not even close.