Strings of Fate by Kit Bryan
Chapter 152

Strings of Fate 

152–Touch and Taste 

Bellamy’s response is to grin while holding eye contact, he pulls his shirt off over his head in one smooth motion. I can’t help the squeak that escapes me as my eyes drop to his chest and abs, then back up again to his face. Why is my automatic reaction to think I need to close my eyes? I’m fairly sure that me looking away was not his goal when he removed his shirt. 

“Uhm…” I stare. Okay, is this better or worse than looking away? Bellamy reached out to take my hands in his. 

“Just relax. Don’t worry so much.” He says gently, lifting my hands and placing them on his chest. He reached around me and pulls me back up to straddle his lap again. I’m at least thirty percent sure that he chooses to sit this way because it’s easy for me to get away. He’s telling me to relax but I suspect he overthinks things just as much as me. At least he does afterwards. Bellamy leans in to kiss me again, successfully silencing my thoughts. 

I have no idea how long later, I feel Bellamy’s hand on the edge of my top again. He slips his hands underneath and after making sure I am not about to freak out, he begins pushing the edge of my top up. He stops with it just above my waist. I take a deep breath and remind myself that he’s seen me in much less before I pull back a little and remove my top the rest of the way, dropping it on the floor by the bed leaving me in my dark blue bra. It’s plain but I like it because it matches my hair. I can hear Bellamy’s cat–like purr as he slides me backwards off his lap and onto the pillows. Unlike me when he took his shirt off, Bellamy doesn’t look away for even half a second. His eyes are basically glued to me. He groans and gently pushes me back into the pillows, leaning over me to kiss my throat and collar bone. 

“You are so beautiful.” He murmurs against my skin and I shiver again, my hands find their way up into his hair then over the muscles of his back.Bellamy begins to move his attention lower, pressing his lips into my breast above the bra, then down to trail kisses over my stomach. His hands run up and down my sides, grazing my breasts and, when I don’t object, they lightly touch me over the bra too, dragging a groan from me and triggering more purring sounds from Bellamy. I can feel the roughness of his jeans against my bare legs and I’m fairly sure my skirt has ridden up practically all the way again. I can feel it bunched up beneath me. I’m not the only one who notices. Bellamy runs his hand up my leg, brushes over the side of my underwear and up to my hip, only stopping when the skirt gets in the way. His other hand finds the zipper on the side. 

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152–Touch and Taste 

“May I?” He asks, his voice a little hoarse. I don’t think about it for long, the skirt is annoying and not really hiding anything anyway. 

“Okay.” I answer, my voice almost embarrassingly breathy. Bellamy carefully pulls at the zipper, pausing to straighten out my skirt a bit because the zipper won’t move past the bunched up fabric. Finally, he manages to pull the last part of the zipper down and slips the skirt from my body. From the way I can feel Bellamy’s muscles tensing above me, you would think he’s the one that is mostly naked. We spend several more, very pleasant minutes with Bellamy apparently determined to get to know every exposed part of me… with his lips. It’s not until he is pressing a hot kiss into the skin on the inside of my thigh, just above my knee that I stop him. 

“Bellamy.” I start, my tone a warning that he heeds immediately. He climbs his way back up my body, places a light kiss on my swollen lips and then rolls to the side off of me, ending on his back, his breathing ragged. I work to calm my racing heart and Bellamy appears to be doing the same. After a couple minutes he groans and climbs out of bed. 

“I think I should go take my shower now. His eyes are hot on me and I shiver under his gaze and nod. He steps into the ensuite. I locate a clean shirt to wear as my pyjamas, pull it over 

my head, then collapse back into bed to wait for Bellamy. 

I lie there quietly and listen to the sounds of the shower running. So much has happened. 

process, much less worry. I actually feel guilty for going out and having a good time when I should be looking for Kiara. I know I’m waiting for people to get back to me, but surely there should be SOMETHING that I can do in the meantime? Ugh, Bellamy needs to hurry up. He leaves me alone for two minutes and I’m stressing again. He isn’t gone long, but when he comes back to bed he is much calmer. As he pulls me into his side I also notice that he is chilled through. His shower was definitely a cold one. That can’t have been pleasant compared to Bellamy, I’m practically burning up. I’m surprised he isn’t shivering. Seriously, it feels like I’m messing with him somehow. How is he not completely sick of me? Or at least of this. 

today, it’s been busy and overwhelming. I’ve barely had time to ” 

“Bellamy?” I start, not sure what I’m planning to ask. He holds me tightly, clearly trying to 

steal some of my warmth. 

“Yes?” He answers simply. He still sounds pleased, abd maybe a little smug. But that can’t be right, I mean I just forced him to endure a likely unpleasant cold shower. 

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“Do… do you think I’m… I don’t know… a tease?” I suggest. Bellamy rolls me carefully by my shoulders so that I’m facing him. His eyebrows are practically up in his hairline he has them raised so high. 

“After what just happened… why would you ask that?” He demands, curiosity and concern in his eyes. 

“That’s exactly why I’m asking. Enduring a cold shower can’t be fun and I can’t help but feel it’s my fault. Most normal people would be… ready by now. I’m the one with issues.” Bellamy shakes his head as well as he can without lifting it from the pillow. 

“Nah, if you were purposely working me up with the intention of leaving me… unsatisfied, then you would be a tease. As it is, I tend to get myself worked up either way. I mean I’m usually the one initiating things, as you mentioned earlier. A cold shower occasionally is well and truly worth it. I will take whatever I can get now knowing that eventually there will be… satisfaction.” A grin slides into place on Bellamy’s face and he winks at me. 

“Just think of this as extended foreplay.“Great, just when I had managed to get my blush under control it’s back again.. 

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