Chapter 218

I reached for him, rolling the condom down over his length. Ashton groaned low in his throat, his body tensing above mine, hips jerking at the contact. His hands braced on either side of my head, his knuckles whitening slightly. He murmured my name, his voice rough with pleasure. I swallowed hard, my eyes flicking up to his face. There was no alcohol clouding my senses this time, no hazy veil to soften the edges. Every sensation was vivid, raw. The memory of that first night in the hotel came rushing back—not just the physicality, but the vulnerability, the reckless thrill of giving myself to someone who made me feel both fearless and fragile all at once. That night, I'd been drunk. Now, I was wide awake, and drowning in feeling. Watching me closely, Ashton pressed inside slowly, inch by torturous inch, letting me stretch and adjust, his jaw clenched tight as he fought for control. I gasped softly, arching into him, my fingers curling into his shoulders. My body softened around him, op