Chapter 49
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Bellamy
Never really hated her.
Bellamy wanted to cry with relief—relief and loss for what they could have had.
If only she hadn’t been so fucking stubborn, if only she had told Vesper the truth all those years ago.
What could have happened? Would Vesper have killed Cedar, or would she have figured out about the familial relation?
They could have saved years of fighting. She couldn’t even be mad at Vesper either. Bellamy knew she would have made the same decision if the roles were reversed. She would have done anything to keep Vesper safe. She did do everything to keep Vesper safe. And Ves did the same for her.
She decided right then and there that this entire thing was Cedar’s fault.
Bellamy shuddered when Vesper’s fingers lightly skirted the underside of her bra. There was a question in the hesitant gesture, a stark contradiction to the way Bellamy had aggressively tried to rip Vesper’s clothes off when she’d first uttered the admission.
She knew what it had taken for Vesper to say that, the vulnerability she absolutely didn’t want to show, it just made this more significant.
Bellamy gave into the touches. Her brain needed to be shut off.
She didn’t want to fight Vesper anymore, didn’t want to think of the regrets and the what-ifs.
She lifted her arms and let Vesper tug her shirt off and unhook her bra.
Vesper kissed her neck and pulled her close, her hands drifting up. Then she broke away.
Bellamy whined and tugged at Vesper’s clothes. Vesper chuckled, desire burning in her gaze. In one swift movement, Vesper tugged her own shirt over her head and stripped naked.
“Shower?” Vesper asked, not waiting for a response before pulling the curtain aside. She smirked as Bellamy scrambled out of the rest of her clothes and tried not to slip to follow her in. Vesper stood there letting the warm water slide down her body, waiting for Bellamy.
Bellamy couldn’t help but indulge herself, drinking in the sight. Vesper had always looked good, but with her head tipped back, the water running down her face over, her defined muscles, and all the places Bellamy longed to touch…
Bellamy swallowed.
She joined Vesper under the spray, moulding their bodies together and kissing her gently until water got up her nose. When she broke away, Vesper soaped up her hands and rubbed them delicately all over Bellamy’s body. She took her time, washing the sweat and smudges of soot away.
An ache formed in Bellamy’s core. She needed Vesper to fuck her right now. She needed the rough touches and punishing sex almost as much as she needed the slow gentle ones.
Vesper had always loved the build up—Bellamy knew that, but it was still fucking torture.
Her eyes fluttered closed when Vesper thumbed over her nipples.
She kissed Vesper again, daring to let her own hands wander until Vesper decided it was enough and grabbed her wrists.
Vesper pushed her against the cold tile wall, pinning her hands above her head.
Bellamy gasped. Her eyes shot open. Pure lust was written on Vesper’s face. Vesper kissed her again, deep and full of longing.
Bellamy moaned into Vesper’s mouth, struggling against the hold, teasing Vesper with the fight they both wanted. Vesper kissed her cheek, down her neck, nipping at her soft flesh. Bellamy didn’t even try to hide her pathetic whimper. She needed this. Needed more.
She ached to drag her nails down Vesper’s back, claiming, leaving marks that would undoubtedly be there for days. Not that anyone else would see them.
Vesper massaged her breasts, rubbing one hand up and down Bellamy’s body, teasing her by refusing to dip lower than her hips.
“Ves,” she moaned, pleading.
Vesper slid her thigh in between Bellamy’s legs and nudged her feet apart. Bellamy tried not to slip on the slick surface as she acquiesced to the silent demand. Vesper tugged at her nipples. Bellamy’s breath came in shallow drags and pulls. She was gasping little moans with each touch.
When Ves finally released her hands, she pulled Belamy into another, more demanding kiss. She was more forceful, shoving her thigh higher. Bellamy tried to grind down as much as she could despite the water pouring between them.
A frustrated whine ripped itself out of her throat. Vesper’s leg was too wet from the water to find any purchase. Bellamy was fucking dying.
“Touch me,” she begged, clinging to Vesper’s neck. Vesper chuckled. Bellamy expected her to refuse, to draw it out further, but then she felt fingers on her clit and she moaned.
Vesper stroked her slowly in tight circles. Bellamy’s hips bucked, trying to get more pressure, more speed. She tipped her head back against the tile, mouth parted and eyes squeezed shut. Her sole focus was on those fingers, on Vesper’s lips on her neck.
Pressure built slowly in her core. Heat expanded through her body as Vesper worked her fingers in languid strokes over her clit.
Shallow moans escaped her each time Vesper hit the perfect spot, threatening to make her come undone.
Bellamy ached for Vesper to dip inside, to speed up, to end this torment.
When Vesper finally increased her pace, swiping over her clit in quick movements, Bellamy’s legs started to shake.
She didn’t think she could stay standing much longer.
Vesper’s other hand found her hip, supporting her weight as heat coursed through her, expanding.
She cried out in pleasure, clutching Vesper’s shoulders.
Bellamy didn’t have any time to recover before Vesper had shut the water off and dropped to her knees.
“Fuck, Ves,” Bellamy cried loudly when Vesper’s tongue delved inside of her, licking up every bit of her excitement and filling her.
Vesper dragged her tongue up over Bellamy’s sensitive clit, and Bellamy’s breathing hitched. She tangled her hand in Vesper’s hair, half-heartedly trying to pull her off as her legs involuntarily twitched every time that wicked piercing hit her clit.
Vesper flicked her with her tongue over and over. Bellamy cried out. Her second orgasm came faster and harder than the first. She all but collapsed when Vesper finally relented her torment, but the look on her face told Bellamy she was far from done.
“Let’s take this to bed, yeah?” Vesper murmured. Dazed, Bellamy nodded, smiling down at Vesper. Bellamy would never get enough of this. She’d let Vesper do anything she wanted, especially when she looked at her like that.