Page 16 of The Forever Match

“How do I look?” Victoria climbed onto the bed on all fours.

Ash lay back, legs already parting in invitation, heat pulsing between them in time with her hammering pulse.

“Like you’re the answer to all my fucking prayers.”

Victoria’s eyes darkened. She crawled up Ash’s body, agonisingly slow, and Ash gulped as the silicon pressed firm and unmistakable against her inner thigh. Her hips jolted up of their own accord, chasing it.

Victoria’s smile flickered into something dangerous. She rolled her hips down, deliberate, the strap dragging up Ash’s thigh in a delicious, cruel tease.

“Glad to hear it.” Victoria dipped her head, lips brushing the shell of Ash’s ear. Her breath was hot and unsteady, the small crack in her composure undid Ash more than the strap ever could. “I want to give you something to remember me by.”

Ash shivered.

“On our wedding day, when you’re getting ready…” Victoria’s teeth grazed her earlobe. “When you’re doing your makeup, and shrugging on your jacket, I want you to think about this. About me. Railing you into this mattress.”

A whimper escaped Ash’s throat before she could catch it.

She closed her eyes as desire fizzed through every nerve ending, molten and electric all at once. Nothing had even happened yet, and she was already certain of two things: one, she was not going to last. Two, she’d be thinking of nothing else for the next 48 hours. Through the procession. Through the photographs. Through the not-yet-written vows.

Her heart hammered against her ribs in the best possible way.

She forced her eyes open and glanced down between them.

“Is that the Lioness, then?”

Victoria followed her gaze, then looked back up with a slow, wicked nod. “I’m about to fuck the Lionesses’s captain with a Lioness. Brand-new on the market.” Her smirk deepened. “You can’t get more meta than that, can you?”

A laugh bubbled out of Ash, and she wound her arms around Victoria’s neck, hauling her down until their bodies pressed flush from chest to hip. She kissed the soft swell of Victoria’s breast, then the dip of her collarbone, tasting clean skin and something faintly floral.

But Victoria had other ideas.

She placed her index finger on Ash’s lips, then licked her lips, before pressing the finger into Ash’s mouth. “Suck it,” she said. “And then I want you to suck me.”

Bossy, dominatrix Victoria? Ash was totally here for it.

Within moments, she was on her knees, sucking Victoria’s strap, pulling her into her. She was never truly sure why this was so erotic, but it was. The pressure, the surrender, the want. It was visceral, and it was real, throbbing through Ash’s blood like lava.

“The first time you’ve had a Lioness in your mouth, isn’t it, Captain?” Victoria looked down and cupped Ash’s face. “You don’t have to say anything, just nod.”

Fuck, Ash could feel how wet she was. She’d never loved being topped as much as she liked it with Victoria. Scrap that, she’d never liked sex as much as she did with Victoria.

She’d met her match, and then some.

That thought was cemented when she gently withdrew, kissed Ash’s lips with pin-point precision, then leaned over and grabbed the bottle of lube.

“Lube me up, please. Just so I can slip in easily.”

Ash was just about to tell her she wouldn’t have an issue, when Victoria returned a finger to Ash’s lips. “No talking until I say so.”

Ash squirted the sticky liquid onto the strap, making sure the entire shaft glistened.

“Wrap your hand right around it like a good girl.”

Was Victoria trying to kill her? She was pulling out all the stops today. Ash glanced up, and gave her a weak smile. “It’s fully lubed, Ma’am.”

At her words, Victoria closed her eyes and let out a small groan.

Ash knew what that word in this situation did to her.