She pressed her bare breasts against Vic’s back, a thin sheen of sweat making every inch of them slick. Then wrapping an arm around the magnificent curve of Vic’s waist, she sank her fingers into wet folds. She didn’t even have to search for the centre of Vic’s desire. Both the hardness begging for attention and the way Vic’s hips jerked when she made contact told Sophia everything about where she was most needed and how close Vic had gotten to coming apart in her hands.

Part of her still couldn’t believe how utterly amazing Vic had been again and again. Every time they collapsed, Sophia barely had the time to catch her breath before Vic would rev her up once more. She’d encouraged Vic to take what she wanted, and it thrilled her endlessly that what Vic wanted most of all was her. Still, Sophia had her own mix of pride and desire to contend with. She couldn’t have a body of this calibre in her grasp and not at least attempt to put it through its paces. For her part, Vic received every bit as good as she’d given, proving herself open and present in ways Sophia wouldn’t have thought possible, but damned if it wasn’t sexy as hell.

She continued to suck on the sheen of salt along Vic’s shoulder as she timed each circle of her fingers with the thrust of their bodies. She kept a strong, steady pace until the muscles of Vic’s jaw tensed, and Sophia growled.

“Don’t you dare hold back.” She accentuated her point with a push forward that caused Vic to gasp. “No restraint. You promised to let go tonight.”

And miraculously, she did. As easy as that, Vic allowed her head to fall back against Sophia’s shoulder as the first wave of release shook them both. Sophia braced herself, using the last of her functioning muscles to keep them from collapsing under the strain of Vic’s orgasm, until neither of them could stand it any longer and they eased themselves to the bed with what little grace they could muster.

Vic rolled onto her back with a dreamy sigh, and Sophia’s heart gave a silly little flip-flop. She should chastise herself for allowing any room for sentimentality after the raw ravishing they’d given each other. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing in a canopy bed in a castle with the daughter of a duke, but it clearly had to be about the sex. Lord knew there was nowhere else for this to go, but Vic was so beautiful in her bare and relaxed state that not even the most ardent cynic could fault Sophia for being captivated. Which of course was why she shouldn’t sink any deeper into the feather pillow.