Wow thanks for all the reviews and support guys! I want to thank all of you guys, I'm going to be doing some editing, so that's why I reuploaded this chapter. I will write another one, right after this one (: This chapter will be mostly smut, if you are just here for the story skip this chapter.

Mr. Gold snickered and snapped his fingers. Before Annabelle could ask what he was doing, a strange purple colored mist formed around them, and he was clutching her so hard she thought one of her ribs had broken.

"Close your eyes dearie," He whispered, into her ear.

She shuddered with delight at his low voice and pressed herself harder against him (if that was possible.) With her eyes shut tight, she suddenly felt weightless and as if by magic, she felt as if she was flying. She wanted to open her eyes so badly, but something told her that if she did, the feeling would stop. Mr. Gold lifted her up into his arms bridal style and held her close to him. In mere seconds, the feeling of flying halted, signifying the return of being grounded again.

"You may open your eyes now Belle."

When Annabelle opened her eyes, she was in red room, with a white canopy bed. There were paintings all up and down the walls, some of scenery, and others of exotic animals. The room looked luxurious, and the furniture was wooden, mahogany, to be exact.

"W-where are we?" Annabelle asked, in bewilderment.

"My bedroom of course," he responded, in glee.

"How the hell did we get here?" Annabelle wondered.

"I brought you here, you silly girl!" He oddly giggled.

Annabelle was going to ask another question, until Mr. Gold crushed his rough lips into hers. Annabelle was confused on what she should do, she was in a foreign place, and unsure of how she got there. It was all so confusing, and the kissing did not help. Mr. Gold could tell that she felt somewhat uncomfortable, so he separated his lips from hers and grinned at her.

"Tell me Belle, is this not what you wanted? To be swept away? To be taken by a greedy man who's only desire is to know more of you and your delicious curves?" Mr. Gold asked, in a voice as smooth as silk.

She was breathless, that is exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be like those women she read about in her romance novels, but she didn't want to be played like a fool.

"What are you entailing Mr. Gold?" She said, inquisitively.

"You want me Belle, and I want you. I can smell on you, and I'm sure that if I touched that pretty little pussy of yours it would further confirm it even more," he huskily breathed.

Annabelle was taken back by his use of profanity, but at the same time it made her even more aroused. She could feel the heat building inside of her and she looked down at the floor, her cheeks reddening. He would have none of that, he pulled her face up to his and gently kissed her. When their lips touched Annabelle could feel sparks, she opened her lips and granted access to his tongue. Their tongues swirled each other, but Mr. Gold always kept his dominance. Still kissing her, he walked her back to the bed and laid her on it. He separated their lips, and growled as she moaned for more. His own arousal was now prominent, and his trousers were feeling tighter than a three sizes too small tee-shirt.

He was hungry now, hungry for her and her flushed body. He yanked off her tight short shorts and pulled down her silk teal panties. He looked upon her with complete and utter joy. She was beautiful to him and as soon as he saw that her slit was glistening, he bent down to her and used his tongue to drag it up to her hard little nub that was throbbing for attention. With that one little move, Annabelle lurched forward and moaned incredible loud, almost to screaming level.

"Oh my, if that's how loud you get when I do something as small as that, I would how loud you'll get when I fully use by mouth on that tight little pussy of yours."

Annabelle was blushing furiously now, and her whole body felt like it was on fire. She was so very wet and with the now prevalent thought of him using his mouth on her, she was getting wetter.

He returned to her weeping pussy and he inserted to of his fingers into her opening, while using his now flattened tongue to twirl around her engorged clit. She cried out, and started moaning like a wild animal. He chuckled at this, and that just created vibrations that got her off even more. He increased the pace, this time he swirled his tongue around her clit and rapidly sped his fingers in and out of her dripping core. She lurched and thrusted into him, she could not control herself.

Her orgasm was building and the throbbing increased, finally, she came and he licked up all of it, making his face sticky with her juices. Annabelle was now panting, and he took off his pants, with vigor.

"I want you inside of me!" She screamed.

"In a moment love, first I want you to beg me for it," Mr. Gold replied, cruelly.

He lifted her shirt over her head, and gleamed when he discovered that her bra was cheetah print with lace.

"My Gods, if I could just stay in this moment forever, I would be a very happy man."

Taking a moment he unhooked her bra to gaze upon her voluptuous breasts. His mouth practically drooled. It was like he hadn't been with a woman for over a hundred years. He commanded her to lie down and he leaned on top of her. He took a hardened nipple of hers into his mouth and nibbled on it, while twirling his tongue. She lurched forward and mewled, she was in complete and utter pleasure.

"Please, just take me! I beg of you!" Annabelle cried out, in a state of desperateness.

He nodded and dropped his boxers off. He positioned himself at her slick entrance and he thrust himself inside her. She whined and moved her hips into his. He groaned at how tight she felt on him and he gritted his teeth. He quickened himself and within in minutes they were both covered in sweat. He could feel a tightening in his balls, and when Annabelle's muscles quivered around him, he pulled out and came on the floor.

"Oh Gods! Belle, you are amazing!" Mr. Gold told her, out of breath.

Annabelle didn't reply, she just laid there limp filled with delightful pleasure of her own orgasm. He curled up next to her, and she inched next to him. They cuddled and she rested her head on his chest. They cuddled there for what seemed hours, until she dosed off.

He kissed the top of her sleeping head and whispered, "I missed you Belle, you were meant for me."

He eventually dozed off, as he listened to her snoring lightly. He was pleased that she was sleeping so soundly, and he was also very pleased with her being so comfortable with him. He felt her love radiating from her body, and it almost made him feel guilty. He was not worthy of her love, least of all her affection, but for now he laid with her, happy and content.

Annabelle groaned when her eyes were inundated with sunlight, it must have been noon. She never slept in that late! What would her father think? She started to panic and she looked over to her partner to see that he was gone. Mr. Gold ran upstairs to her, when his over sensitive hearing picked up her frantic breathing and he opened his bedroom's door to see her.

She was so close from just screeching from frustration, when Mr. Gold walked in.

"Would you like some breakfast love?" Mr. Gold cooed.