Flight of The Harpy's Heart

Chapter xx: Open Wife

Aden's head whipped towards the stable's wooden wall as a glimpse of a shadow flickered through the gap. His pulse quickened, but he dismissed it, assuming it was merely Martin returning from the dining hall.

After two fervent candle marks of joining with Indry, their bodies slicked with the mingled dew of passion, Aden could feel his restraint slipping. The coiling tension within begged for sweet release, every nerve ending thrumming with exquisite urgency.

Capturing Indry's lips in a searing kiss, he pulled her lithe form flush against him, savoring the press of her curves against his own. This intimate embrace, their limbs entwined in sinuous harmony, was his favorite way to chase that dizzying pinnacle.

Indry mewled into his mouth, her back arching as her inner muscles fluttered around his rigid length. Her nails scored delicious trails down his back as the first tremors of her climax gripped her. Aden drove into her with renewed fervor, determined to send them both crashing over the edge together.

"What's your name?" he rasped against the velvet skin of her throat, his voice husky with want.

"Huh?" Indry's brow furrowed, coherent thought fleeing as Aden's hips snapped against hers.

"Torrente," She prompted. "Indry Torrente..."

A breathless shake of his head. "No, your maiden name."

"Indry Carranza," she gasped out between ragged pants.

The name seemed to spur Aden on, his thrusts taking on a frenzied urgency.

"Oofsh!" With a guttural groan torn from his very core, his release crested in a blinding wave of pure, incandescent rapture.

"Indry Carranza," he growled against the satiny curve of her neck as he spent himself deep within her welcoming heat. There was something intoxicatingly primal about marking his lovers so intimately, whispering their names like a possessive mantra as he claimed them completely.

Indry's whimpers and gasps spurred him onward, fueling the raging inferno of his desire. He could feel her inner walls fluttering around him, gripping him in rapturous pulses as her climax mounted. With a powerful roll of his hips, he angled himself just so, and Indry's back arched impossibly, her cry of release muffled only by his searing kiss.

The spasms of her release ushered Aden towards the edge. He drove into her with wild desperation, cementing into her core as his own orgasm crested in a blinding wave of pure, incandescent ecstasy.

Time seemed to still as he spent himself within her welcoming depths, their ragged gasps and the thunderous pounding of his pulse the only sounds in existence. Shuddering, Aden collapsed against Indry, his frame trembling with the aftershocks of their union.

Gasping for breath, Aden rolled them to the side, cradling Indry's pliant form against his sweat-slicked chest as the last shudders of their mutual release rippled through them. Her inner walls still fluttered around him, allowing his viscous essence to trickle freely from her sated entrance.

Long moments stretched into a contented eternity as they lay entwined, their harsh breaths slowly evening out into the steady cadence of intimates. His gaze drinking in the sight of Indry's disheveled beauty.

Her silver hair was a tousled halo against the fragrant hay, her skin flushed and sheened with a dewy glow of satiation. As if sensing his appraisal, her eyes fluttered open, lips curving into the ghost of a smile.

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Long, languid moments drifted by as they basked in the afterglow, souls slowly knitting back together after shattering into a million kaleidoscopic shards of bliss. When Aden finally managed to blink his eyes open, he caught another fleeting shadow beyond the stable wall, the scuff of retreating footsteps.