Page 180 of Fame & Rhythm

And I match him instinctively.

The rhythm builds, steady and consuming. Every movement pulls a reaction from me, every shift of his hips sending heat spiraling through my core. Aston drags his mouth along my jaw, down my neck, teeth grazing, lips soothing.

It’s overwhelming in the best way.

Everything feels sharper this time.

Stronger.

My nails press into his back as I pull him closer, needing every inch of him. He responds instantly, increasing his pace just enough to make my breath hitch.

The connection between us is undeniable.

Familiar… but somehow deeper.

He knows exactly where to move, how to angle, how to make my body respond.

I feel it building again, that tight coil low in my stomach.

Aston finds my mouth, kissing me harder now, both of us chasing the same thing.

“I’m close,” I breathe.

His pace shifts, faster, deeper, more demanding. My body reacts instantly, arching into him as the pressure climbs.

“Come for me,” he murmurs against my lips.

My body tightens, my breathing hitches, white spots flash behind my eyes. Every inch of me flames in an insatiable heat, like I am on fire, but the burn only makes the pleasure more intoxicating. The intensity ripples through me like a damn hurricane. “Fuck, Ast!” I scream louder than I mean to, knowing there are people in the house, but I can’t contain it. My climax slams into me full force like a freight train. Goose bumps pebble across my skin, my breath is knocked completely from me as I shatter beneath him, the release ripping through me as I cling to him.

I’m barely coming down when he leans into my ear. “Relax,” he mutters, his voice tight. “Or I’m done… and I’m not finished with you yet.”

I force a breath, easing the tension in my body as he slows and regains control. “Do you trust me?” he asks.

“With everything.”

That’s all he needs.

He pulls out, lifting my legs and positioning them over his shoulders. My brows knit together in confusion.

“You said you trusted me,” he reminds me.

“I do… but this feels like a setup,” I tease.

He smirks, gripping my hips, lifting me slightly. “Stay with me.” Then he lines himself up and pulls me back onto him.

I gasp.

The angle…

It’s deeper, sharper, completely different.

Aston leans forward, folding me further, controlling the pace. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“It’s not,” I breathe. “It’s… insane.”

That flicker of satisfaction crosses his face. “Good.”

He starts moving again. This time, there’s nothing slow about it. His thrusts are harder, faster, and more controlled. Every movement hits deeper than before, pulling sounds from me I can’t hold back.