Page 17 of The Forever Match

Two could play at that game.

“Now I want you on the bed, facing the mirror.”

Ash didn’t think the anticipation could heighten anymore, until Victoria uttered those words. She did as she was told, then gulped.

Damn, she wanted this so much. The past couple of months had been so full of football, of sponsorship commitments, of wedding preparation. She hadn’t let herself go very often, because she couldn’t afford to. She needed to be on top of everything, lest it all get out of her control. She knew Victoria felt the same.

But here, with Victoria stroking her bum cheeks with such a gentle caress, the calm before the storm, Ash didn’t need to be on top of a single damn thing. She had her Queen to do that. In this moment, she was ready to let go, and let her fate be decided. There was nobody she’d rather be in the hands of than Victoria Richmond.

“That’s it, good girl. I’m going to fuck you now, Captain.”

Holy fucking hell.

Victoria smoothed her palms over Ash’s arse some more, and Ash’s pulse started to sprint. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as the tip of the strap edged into her. Hot vibrations rumbled through her as she tensed every muscle she owned.

Victoria squeezed her arse. “Relax.” Her voice was low, cool.

Ash opened her eyes, looked into the mirror right ahead, just as Victoria eased into her with a beatific smile on her face.

A thousand tiny stars illuminated inside Ash, as deafening desire exploded, wild and free. She let out an impossibly low groan as Victoria eased out slowly, then thrust back in, a hand on Ash’s shoulder blades, claiming her as her own. She was already that.

The wedding was just a document to sign and seal it. But honestly? Ever since Victoria had cooked that first risotto for her all those months ago, Ash had been a goner.

“You look so beautiful,” Victoria told her, staring at Ash in the mirror, building up her rhythm second by second.

Ash went to reply, but nothing came out. Her mind was blank, all her mental powers stripped away so that her body could focus on the pleasure pill currently arrowing through her bloodstream.

In moments, the heat built to a crescendo, so much so that Ash could hardly recall her own name. She just knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on too much longer. Victoria was inside her, in front of her, all around her. She anchored her with her hands, and centred her with everything else.

“Look at me,” Victoria rasped, face flush as Ash looked up.

She slowed her rhythm for a second, then buried herself inside Ash, before reaching around her, finding Ash’s swollen, slippery clit with her fingers.

Fireworks exploded inside Ash’s brain as the sensation of the strap and Victoria’s skilled fingers floored her. She arched her back, leaning into Victoria’s touch, little fires everywhere.

A feral drumbeat grew louder in Ash’s ears as Victoria didn’t let up, giving one final thrust, before issuing her final instruction.

“Come for me, Captain.”

Ash let out a strangled cry as all the tension she’d locked up for the past few weeks rushed out at speed. Every positive emotion she’d ever felt tangled itself in her throat as she came and came and came, as if her life depended on it. As if she’d never come before, and would never come again. Victoria didn’t stop until Ash pushed her hand away, and then slumped forward on the bed, her body still pulsing with whatever the fuck had just happened.

Would she be able to see when she opened her eyes? To speak when she opened her mouth? At this very moment, she wasn’t sure. She was a bundle of nerve endings, exposed and raw.

Victoria pulled out, and seconds later, wrapped her arms around Ash and pulled her onto the bed beside her. She kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her clavicle.

Eventually, when she thought she could risk it and her heart rate had returned to a semi-steady pace, Ash opened her eyes and peered up at Victoria.

She had no voice, no clue what to say.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Ashleigh Woods. Always my captain. I scored big when I met you.”

“You’re a fucking queen,” Ash croaked.

Victoria raised a single eyebrow and gave her that special smile she reserved just for her.

“Not quite yet,” she replied.

Chapter 8