Chapter 28 #3
Yasmine nodded, seeing Bella through tunnel vision. Her entire being was hoping she’d start moving her fingers again, but she had too much dignity to beg.
“This is basically achieving that without any of the usual triggers,” she whispered, starting to massage it again. “I’m coaxing the fang out. It builds anticipation for a bite.”
As if to illustrate her point, Bella resumed, and just as she said—Yasmine felt her fangs begin to slowly sharpen. It had never happened slowly before, so she’d never bothered to wonder if it was a pleasurable thing, that process of extension.
But fuck, it felt so goddamn good. She was getting so wet.
I could come from just this, she realized, groaning.
Somehow reading her mind, Bella glided her free hand from where it was resting on Yasmine’s thigh, dipping it into her center. Yasmine nearly cried from the intensity of the pleasure when Bella’s lithe fingers pressed down gently on her clit.
“Don’t come yet, baby,” Bella whispered. “There’s so much I want to do with you first.”
Baby. The shellshock of the pet name forced her to open her eyes, and she found Bella gazing at her with an intensity that almost seemed to transcend sex.
It almost sounded like she was begging her not to leave.
I’m not going anywhere is what she wanted to say, but the words got jumbled in her throat, and she said instead, “Why are you touching me if you don’t want me to come?”
“Because I couldn’t help it,” Bella said with a frown, as if it was genuinely involuntary. As if there was some kind of magnetic connection between Bella’s fingers and Yasmine’s clit. “Fuck, Yasmine. I need you to kiss me.”
Yasmine had never followed a direction faster.
She surged forward, barely giving Bella time to move her fingers before their lips crashed together. And because she was tired of not hearing Bella whining for her, she slid her own hand down Bella’s body, and circled two fingers around her core.
The sound Bella let out was almost inhuman. Yasmine supposed it was.
But somehow, the kissing wasn’t fast. It was slow, like before, when Bella had kissed her in her office back at Albany. Soft, and tender, and fuck—it was romantic, wasn’t it?
All of this was romantic.
“Bella,” Yasmine whined into Bella’s mouth, her heart rabbiting in her chest at the thought. “What do you like, baby? What do you want me to do?”
Bella pressed herself into Yasmine’s hand with a groan.
“You just called me—baby.”
“You said it before,” Yasmine breathed out, swirling her fingers. “But if you don’t like it—”
“No, I love it,” Bella said quietly. “Please call me that again.”
Yasmine inhaled sharply, holding Bella’s increasingly red eyes. “Yeah? Okay.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Sirens were practically blaring in Yasmine’s head at how intimate this was getting, but she couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to make Bella feel so good and so safe. As safe as she’d made Yasmine feel when her powers were flaring out of control.
“Anything you want,” Yasmine said quietly, pressing a kiss to Bella’s cheek. “Anything.”
Bella had a far away look in her eyes then, almost a sad one. It made Yasmine want to back off immediately, but it dissolved just as quickly.
“If you’re sure it won’t hurt you…” Bella said quietly. “I want you inside.”
Oh, god.
Yasmine felt her own core twitch at just the idea of it.
“Fuck, please,” Yasmine moaned, kissing Bella’s neck. “Of course.”
She would have done it even if it burned her fingers off, but she didn’t tell Bella that.
Before Bella could overthink it, Yasmine leaned in, capturing her in another kiss, and started to move her fingers against Bella’s core again, easing her into it.
“This is going to feel so good, okay?” Yasmine whispered against Bella’s lips. “Don’t think about hurting me. You won’t. Just let me fill you up.”
It was apparently the right thing to say, because Bella whined against her lips like she was begging for it.
So Yasmine slipped one finger in. She had meant to push it in gently, but Bella was so wet that it was essentially frictionless.
“Oh god, more, please,” Bella cried. “Use two.”
Yasmine complied easily, pushing in two and moaning in time with Bella as she got them in to the knuckle. That warmth that Bella exuded from her skin—it was turned up a hundred degrees inside, like an exquisitely pleasant bath of lava.
It was indescribable how good it felt to be inside of her, Yasmine’s hips arching up involuntarily with each gentle thrust she did with her fingers.
“Oh my god,” Bella exhaled, her hips stuttering. “Oh my fucking god.”
“Does it hurt? Are you okay?”
“No, no—please don’t stop,” Bella said. “It feels so good. Please, just like that.”
The vision of Bella, soaked from head to toe from the gently pouring water, her glossy blonde hair falling like perfect silk over her shoulders, porcelain hips arching into Yasmine’s fingers—it was almost too much to take.
And beyond that, the wet, glossy sheen on her neck made the bright blue of her veins so much brighter. Yasmine’s fangs—still half-dropped and expectant—started to tingle.
Yasmine tried to shake the impulse off. Don’t be selfish.
Bella seemed to pick up on her hesitance, because she cupped Yasmine’s face, looking at her imploringly. “Hey, you stopped.”
“Fuck,” Yasmine cursed her lazy hand. “I’m sorry. It was—my fangs—I started looking at your neck. It was just distracting. Please, let me continue.”
She began to pump into Bella again, and the other woman whined, hips immediately arching again. But she didn’t look away from Yasmine or close her eyes this time.
“It’s okay,” Bella said through moans. “You can put them in.”
Yasmine’s heart skipped a beat. “What… what?”
“I want you inside of me both ways,” Bella panted. “Please.”