Chapter 28 #2
The plan had been to talk to Bella. They were supposed to watch the recordings, figure out where Rebecca was, then, if they had some time to spare before they left, they were going to discuss maturely, as adults, whatever it was…
that Yasmine was feeling… They would settle it, tie it up in a nice little bow, and be on their way.
“God, Yasmine,” Bella breathed out, eyes raking her up and down. “You are perfect.”
Fuck. So much for that plan.
Yasmine involuntarily took a step forward. Bella’s breath hitched, and she backed into the shower wall, her head thumping on the tile. It sounded like it hurt.
“Damn it. Are you okay?” Yasmine whispered, immediately worrying. She touched the base of Bella’s head, carding her fingers through the warm wetness of her hair.
Bella let out a quiet, startled laugh, eyes connecting with Yasmine’s. “I’m not made of glass. But you shouldn’t touch me like that while we’re under the water. It’ll hurt.”
Yasmine narrowed her eyes at her. “Hurt?”
She’d nearly forgot—Bella’s powers. The cream washed off in the shower.
Her fingers tingled just a bit where they touched Bella’s neck, but it was a pleasant sensation, like putting her hand on a warm stone.
“I’m not made of glass, either,” Yasmine whispered.
A pit formed in her stomach as she thought about their previous two sexual encounters—god, how selfish had she been?
Taking, never giving anything back? “Is this why you’ve never let me touch you?
Like, when we were having sex? You were afraid of hurting me? ”
Bella swallowed, then frowned.
“Yes,” she sighed out, like it was a relief to admit.
“Even though you…” Yasmine paused. “Wanted me to?”
“Oh gosh,” Bella exhaled. “So badly.”
Yasmine nearly keeled over from all the pent-up need in Bella’s eyes.
And it looked more than just sexual; the furrow of her brows, the way she was biting nervously at her lips; she was carrying so much tension.
She hadn’t let Yasmine see it until now, but for all of Bella’s acting talents, the character always broke eventually.
Everything that had happened at the party, with her sisters, with her mother, all that fear, it was still lingering, and Yasmine immediately wanted to help her release it.
“Is that why you invited me into the shower with you?” Yasmine whispered, holding Bella’s hand gently, intertwining their fingers. “Did you want me to touch you?”
Bella shuddered, her pupils getting even wider.
“Yasmine…”
“I can,” Yasmine said, hoping it didn’t sound too desperate. “If you want.”
Bella swallowed. She looked like it was taking all the restraint in her body not to let out a sound. After a moment, she shook her head.
“I don’t want to force anything. I mean, I know you’re attracted to me on some level,” she said, looking almost embarrassed. “But I didn’t know if you actually wanted to, well—some people just like receiving. And I didn’t let you see much of my body before.”
Yasmine’s brows furrowed. It took four full seconds for her to process what she’d just heard, and once she did, her mouth dropped open in pure affront.
“Bella…” she trailed off, blinking, “You can’t seriously think… You’re wondering if I’m attracted to you?”
“Well, yes?” Bella mumbled defensively. She was never defensive. “Is that so unbelievable?”
“Um, well, yes? Extremely?” Yasmine scoffed. “I literally got so worked up looking at your cleavage in a classroom that I had to go home early. I canceled an entire lecture because I kept thinking about your… breasts.”
The wires in Bella’s brain seemed to shortcircuit. She let out a sharp laugh.
“I’m sorry—what?”
“Don’t even,” Yasmine reddened, embarrassment shooting through her at the memory. “You don’t want to know the half of it.”
Bella shook her head violently. “I want to know all of it. Please.”
Yasmine stilled, licking across her bottom lip. Under any other circumstance, she would not have volunteered any of this information.
But she could see how much Bella needed it. So she took in a breath.
“I never have dreams. I actively suppress them because of the nightmares,” Yasmine said shakily.
“But then… literally since the day we met, I started waking up wet in the middle of the night. Repeatedly. To the point where I forced myself to start unsuppressing them because I was so confused and frankly, alarmed. Turns out, I wasn’t even having sex dreams. I was just dreaming about kissing you, palming you through your shirt…
and it was enough that I had to regularly change my underwear.
All because of some PG-13 fantasies I was having about making out with you behind the fucking Nightingale. ”
Bella just stared at her, for several seconds, speechlessly. It went on for so long that Yasmine worried she might have just turned her off completely.
Finally, her jaw clicked closed, and she snorted. “I had no idea you were so into boobs.”
Yasmine turned red with humiliation.
“I’m not, even!” she groaned. “It’s just—yours. Everything about your body, really. That was just what I had available visually at the time.”
“And yet you’ve barely looked at them now that we’re literally naked.”
Yasmine paused, growing impossibly redder. “Well, I didn’t want to leer.”
“Well then, how about instead of leering, you go ahead and touch them?”
Bella had kept her voice so tight and apathetic that Yasmine had momentarily forgotten how she’d been looking at her just a minute ago. She saw it again now. Her pupils were fully blown, her nipples—fuck—were very stiff, even under the hot water.
Looking up at Bella’s face, Yasmine checked once more for permission.
“Yasmine,” Bella said lowly. “One thing about me you should know up front—I’m really not into begging.”
Yasmine didn’t need to be told twice. She took a breath in, and took another step closer to Bella, so their bodies were nearly flush.
Then she carefully swept her hands up the curve of Bella’s hips until they were right under her breasts.
And God, they were every bit as gorgeous as Yasmine had imagined they would be—round, and quite a bit larger than Yasmine’s.
D-cups, probably, not that it had ever really mattered to her.
But because they were Bella’s, it was suddenly the hottest thing in the world.
She cupped her hands over them, pressing softly down over Bella’s nipples and massaging her fingers into the soft, Sahara-warm skin.
Bella immediately closed her eyes and whimpered, arching just slightly off the shower wall. They were so close, it was enough to close the distance between Bella’s center and Yasmine’s thigh, and she could immediately feel how wet she was.
“God, I haven’t even done anything to you yet,” Yasmine whispered, her own stomach fluttering at the contact. “You’re already that worked up?”
“You’re lucky I didn’t come while we were just talking about it,” Bella mumbled, cheeks flushed. She backed her hips away from Yasmine’s thigh as if she was trying to prevent just that.
“Are you serious?” Yasmine said, incredulous. “You come that easily?”
She remembered back when they first started this in the restaurant bathroom, how Bella had come in her jeans just from touching Yasmine, with barely any stimulation.
“Never before you,” Bella confessed, biting her lip. “But like I keep telling you, you’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever met. You should have felt how turned on I was when you were taking my blood back at the lab. Fuck.”
Yasmine briefly stopped rolling her hands over Bella’s breasts, caught off guard.
“Really?”
“Is that so surprising?” Bella moaned, obviously annoyed that Yasmine had stopped. “We’re vampires. Have you seriously never thought of it?”
“Thought… of what?”
Bella blinked at her.
“Of drinking from me?”
Yasmine’s breath caught. Somehow, she’d forgotten again. Bella had kept up the human charade for so long, she was constantly re-discovering it.
“I’ve thought about it once or twice, sure.” Basically every time we’ve had sex, which, thank God, has only been twice. “But I would never actually do it. I know from the experience of people close to me that it’s the quickest way to fuck with your own head.”
“Sure, I mean, if you overdo it,” Bella said with a shrug. “But if you keep it within a limit, it’s just… really enjoyable. Fuck. I keep forgetting you’ve never had sex with a vampire before. You don’t know about the fang thing either, do you?”
Yasmine’s voice faltered, feeling suddenly inadequate. “What… fang thing?”
Bella bit her lip, studying Yasmine’s face for a moment.
“Open your mouth for me,” she whispered.
Yasmine felt that command race down her spine like an electric shock.
She never thought about herself as an obedient person—quite the opposite—but for some reason she parted her lips almost instantly when Bella asked.
“Good girl,” Bella joked, and Yasmine had to pretend it didn’t do something to her as Bella pushed her thumb and her forefinger gently inside Yasmine’s mouth.
“Are you not going to explain what you’re–” Yasmine mumbled around her fingers, but the rest of the sentence died in her throat as Bella’s fingers found her left fang, holding it for a moment before massaging it gently, soothingly between her fingers.
Oh my god.
A whine escaped Yasmine’s mouth involuntarily as she felt the sensation travel instantly down to her core. Her hips rutted against Bella’s thigh without meaning to.
Bella had a look on her face like she’d just managed to cast magic.
“Fuck, Yasmine,” she exhaled. “They must be so sensitive if you’ve never done it before.”
Yasmine was startled by her own reaction. “I don’t understand,” she mumbled.
She knew that fangs had the potential to be erotic, but she’d only ever heard of experiencing pleasure there when you actually bit someone. She thought it had to do with absorbing the blood, with the euphoric act of feeding—
“You know when something pisses you off, how your eyes get really red?” Bella said, dragging her free hand across Yasmine’s thigh. “And your fangs drop to their full length?”