Chapter 424
Chapter 424:
My body softened around him, opening, welcoming.
He didn’t move at first, just held himself there, buried deep, his forehead resting against mine.
“You good?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
I nodded, blinking back tears I hadn’t realized had formed. “Yes. Don’t stop p>
He kissed me then, slow and sweet.
Each thrust was careful, coaxing my nerves alight until warmth pooled low in my belly.
My body responded instinctively, my hips rising to meet his rhythm, shyness melting under the weight of desire.
When I moaned into his mouth, Ashton exhaled sharply through his nose, his pace beginning to quicken.
His control began to slip.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper, my nails tracing lines down his back.
I met each of his thrusts with a roll of my hips, my earlier hesitation entirely forgotten.
He shifted, angling deeper, and I cried out, clutching him tighter.
The bed groaned beneath our movement, the air thick with sweat and want. Our bodies moved together as if we had always known how, as if we had never been apart.
When the climax hit, it crashed over us in waves—simultaneous, shattering. Ashton buried his face in my neck, growling my name as he spilled into me, his muscles taut and trembling.
I clung to him, my heart racing, breath ragged.
I thought it was over, but then his lips found mine again, softer this time, and his voice rumbled against my skin. “One more time p>
And I let him take me again. Harder this time. Faster.
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Again and again, until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
The pressure behind my eyes faded, colors bleeding into one another at the edges of my vision.
I must have blacked out for a moment, because the next thing I registered was Ashton’s voice—low and coaxing, calling me back.
“One more time p>
I woke up tangled in his arms, my face warm and damp, eyelids heavy.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across his chest.
He was still half-curled around me, breathing steady, asleep.
I didn’t move. I just lay there, listening to the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek. Everything felt… right.
Until his hands started roaming.
From the corner of my mouth, down my neck, along my collarbone, tracing the curve of my waist.
His palm stayed pressed against my skin, reluctant to pull away.