Chapter 11 #3
She should have known Bella would be good at this. She was good at everything. Annoyingly good. Bella’s fingers found her center immediately, pressing down teasingly.
Meanwhile, Bella’s teeth found her neck. Yasmine didn’t expect them to break skin, but she felt it immediately, the pinch, delightfully painful. It made Yasmine want to explode.
“Now we’re even,” Bella said breathily, like there was a boulder caught in her throat. Her fingers started to work themselves against her. “God, you’re so wet. When did you get so wet?”
Yasmine was too ashamed to answer. If she was being honest, it was probably back at the Nightingale. But it’d definitely gotten worse over the past ten minutes.
“Don’t be so cocky about it,” Yasmine muttered, pressing the back of Bella’s head into her neck. She wished there was a normal way to ask a human to bite you again.
Bella achieved a close second, pressing open-mouth kisses to the mark. It felt almost as heavenly as her teeth, and Yasmine groaned, pushing her in deeper.
“Teeth,” Yasmine moaned as Bella’s fingers continued circling. “Please. I like it.”
Bella didn’t even protest. To Yasmine’s surprise, she felt her clamp down against her skin almost immediately. It was more intense now, almost enough to draw blood, definitely going to leave a bruise. But god, the idea of Bella really biting her.
Of sucking her dry.
What’s wrong with me?
Yasmine in her thousand years had never even been with another vampire, so it wasn’t like she was used to playing around like this. It had always been humans. Easy, vanilla humans. Just one-offs to stave off her sex drive for a few years.
She never behaved like this, all desperate for… what was she even desperate for?
She got her answer when Bella bit down on her neck, pushed two fingers inside of her, and let out the prettiest whine Yasmine had ever heard.
“Fuck, Yasmine, I can’t…” Bella pressed herself against Yasmine’s thigh. Yasmine could feel the heat of her through her jeans, and she so desperately wanted to rip them off. “I’m going to come.”
That snapped Yasmine to attention, even through the utter bliss Bella was inflicting on her with her fingers. “You’re going to come? From what?”
Bella looked her in the eyes for the first time since they started this, and said, voice breaking, “Touching you. You’re just so pretty.”
Her utterly devastated tone left Yasmine speechless. She’d never looked more beautiful than at that moment, her eyes watering slightly, a speck of blood smeared across her upper lip.
Yasmine couldn’t help herself.
She leaned forward, capturing Bella’s mouth. Bella let out a whimper as they melted together, and it drove Yasmine insane.
Wanting to contribute somehow, Yasmine offered her knee up to press against Bella’s center—and God, it was warmer than the sun. Bella seemed to appreciate the pressure, whimpering again into her mouth, her pace inside Yasmine growing loose and haphazard.
As her breaths came faster and faster, Bella briefly disconnected their mouths. “I didn’t join the Nightingale to stalk you, you know. It was just a coincidence. I actually needed the money.”
If Yasmine wasn’t so close, she would have laughed at how ridiculous it was for Bella to feel like confessing that now. But all she could do was rut into Bella’s hand.
“But when I saw you there, the person I’d been wanting to meet for so many years… I thought to myself, she’s quite short for someone so impressive.”
Bella pumped into her once, twice. Yasmine groaned.
“You have the worst dirty talk known to man.”
“I’m not finished.”
As if to prove her point, she curled her fingers into Yasmine, and Yasmine nearly collapsed from ecstasy. She was close, so close—
“But my second thought was… The universe has to hate me,” Bella said, then whined again, a high sound in the back of her throat. “Because I knew I was going to have to touch myself every day for the next week and a half if I had any hope of talking to you normally.”
Yasmine cried out, her body seizing. Bella kissed her hard against the stall, pressing them like two magnets flush to metal.
“Did you?” Yasmine said, a tear streaking down her face, the pleasure washing over her.
“Yes,” Bella groaned, rutting into Yasmine’s thigh. “And then you had to invite me into your house, and God, I felt so guilty doing it in your guest bedroom…”
“Fuck.”
“I’m sorry, Yasmine,” she said, like they were in a confessional. It had a strange gravity to it, like she was apologizing for something grander.
But then Bella’s hips were stuttering against her, and Yasmine knew she was trapped, because Bella’s brows knit together so endearingly, her mouth gasping for air, and Yasmine would rather die than let this be the last time she was the one responsible for that expression.
Once it was over, their foreheads a mess of sweat pressed together, Yasmine resigned herself to that fact, and decided she’d deal with the consequences later.
“I thought about it,” she said, peeking up at her new biggest problem. “You can still work in my lab.”