Secrets And Sins Part 3: Happy ever after

Chapter 22

~Beatrice~

Ava fell asleep before she could return the favor.

Beatrice couldn't say she was surprised. The Halo bearer hadn't been sleeping well since the start of their stay at the Salvius estate, nightmares about what she had done at Cat's Cradle stalking her dreams. And so, despite the sticky warmth between her legs, Beatrice definitely wouldn't be waking her fiancé from the deep sleep she had succumbed to.

With a resigned sigh, she rolled her head towards Ava. She had long since wriggled from the sister warrior's embrace in her sleep and kicked the blankets down her body, the duvet now tangled around her legs. It was rare for Ava to rest so uncovered. Even in the middle of summer, her fiancé would burrow under the blankets and wrap around Beatrice like a limpet to steal her body heat.

Not that I'm complaining...

She allowed her gaze to wander unabashedly over Ava's naked form.

In the soft orange glow of the sunset spilling through their window, the Halo bearer was exquisite. From the lean muscle of her calves and her thighs, to the softly toned outline of her abdominals; Beatrice's eyes travelled greedily across the expanse of beautiful skin. Even after all this time, even after knowing how good every inch felt, tasted, the sister warrior could feel a low tug in her gut at just seeing Ava lying so bare beside her.

Gaze continuing to travel upwards, it caught on the long golden scar running diagonally across Ava's torso. Beatrice's chest tightened, her lungs squeezing in on themselves. In a flash, Beatrice saw Ava lying unconscious on the ground, Mary's blood-soaked hands pressing down firmly in an effort to keep the Halo bearer alive. She took a shuddering breath and shook the terrible image from her mind, reminding herself the Ava was here and Ava was alive.

Forcing her eyes away from the ragged flesh, Beatrice instead looked at Ava's face. She was completely relaxed, her features soft, unbothered by the tension that seemed to be their constant companion nowadays. The sister warrior studied the length of her delicate nose, tracing it down to the plush lips which were parted ever so slightly as she breathed slow and even in her slumber. Abruptly, a different memory blazed through her head, one of Ava writhing, face twisted with carnal pleasure, as Beatrice buried her fingers into her over and over.

Heat spread up the back of her neck at the flashback. She could see it so clearly, she could hear the cries of ecstasy, she could smell Ava's arousal...

Beatrice tried to swallow, but her mouth was suddenly dry, like all the moisture had gone elsewhere. The slick feeling between her legs had increased, unbearably so, she shifted uncomfortably.

Debating whether to get up and take care of herself in the bathroom, Beatrice almost immediately dismissed the idea. Since the night of the fundraiser, Ava had become an incredibly light sleeper, any movement of the bed sent her bolting upright in a panic. That only left Beatrice two options, relieve herself as quietly as she could, or do her best to ignore it.

Ava shuffled a little in her sleep, distracting her from her dilemma. Her fiancé took a particularly deep breath in, and Beatrice's eyes couldn't help but fall to the one place she had been trying to avoid. She gulped, Ava's breasts were, without a doubt, her greatest weakness. And now, in the cool late afternoon air, pale pink nipples pebbled, and Beatrice couldn't take it anymore.

Careful not to disturb her bedmate, Beatrice unbuttoned the front of her jeans and slid her right hand down, sucking in a sharp breath at the wet mess she found between her legs. Her fingertips grazed the edge of her clit, and she bit her tongue hard to suppress a moan. Beatrice was so sensitive already, the bundle of nerves swollen and aching to be touched.