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Chapter 7


Bright, midday sun pulled Belle unwillingly from her sleep.

And she was not surprised in the slightest when she found herself alone in the massive state bed.

Once a coward, always a coward.

She brushed her tangled sienna mane back, flopped onto her back amidst the ocean of blue silk sheets, and stared up at the canopy; contemplating the events that had occurred in the darkness of earlier that morning.

With one white arm draped across her bare breasts as the lace-trimmed hem of the sheet lay precariously across her hips, Belle felt the ache from her womanhood bleed into the tops of her thighs.

It sent chills down her spine.

She closed her eyes and she tried to remember Rumpelstiltskin's phantom fingers between her legs again, playing her like an instrument.

He knew every secret crevice of her body now and he had claimed it for his own.

She smiled in spite of herself when she remembered the feeling of his mouth upon her, lapping between her folds and nibbling her thighs.

Belle knew if she lifted up the sheet there would more than likely be bruises littering the soft inside skin of her legs.

They didn't call him a Beast for nothing.

He took her in ways that Belle never dreamed possible; He found places within her that no other man could have ever discovered.

And when he plunged into her from behind Belle almost wept.

Her mouth formed an astonished "O" as she felt his length fill her, so much deeperthan the first time.

She moaned into the pillows as he stretched her, and sank into her slick core.

She could still feel his claws gripping her hips, and she could still hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh; creamy white against glimmering gold.

Belle cupped her sore sex as she remembered straddling him…...


Rumpelstiltskin reclined against the padded headboard with his legs stretched out in front of him.

He had pulled Belle into his lap as he fondled and kissed her, never on the mouth, and very subtly he freed his hard length from his leather trousers.

"Take me."

She whispered as his hot mouth ravaged her neck and her hands wound in his kinky curls, "I can't bear it."

She felt him grin against her collar bone.

"So forward dearie." He jested as his claws raked along her thighs and came to cup her buttocks, "Anyone would think you were the master."

Belle whimpered as she felt his manhood brush her throbbing entrance.

"Tell me Princess, do you ride astride or side-saddle?" he giggled as he ground his pelvis against her aching mound.

Belle scrunched her brow in confusion at his quip, but her expression quickly changed to one of awe as he guided himself into her soaking entrance.

She fit like a glove.

He mumbled something akin to a curse as his hands came to rest on her waist; kneading the ivory flesh beneath his cracked palms.

Belle feigned for some sort of movement, some kind of thrust like the first time to stroke that sweet place deep inside of her.

And slowly Rumpelstiltskin's hands began to rock her pelvis back and forth, guiding her to do what felt so natural.

When she picked up the rhythm he was guiding her to, she gripped the headboard and moved faster as the pressure in her lower stomach became more adamant and sheer instinct took over.

Rumpelstiltskin growled into her breast and hugged her tighter to his chest.

Like he loved her.

And when the white hot shock of pleasure ripped through her body, Belle felt herself break around him.

Somewhere in the haze she heard him croak her name and felt him as he came, hard, into her.

"God in Heaven." she whispered and slumped against him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Not quite dearie, but close." He hissed into her ear, but Belle barely heard him.

The exhaustion of love-making had taken its toll on her inexperienced body and she yawned into his neck.

The last thing she remembered was him gently laying her on her back and covering her with the cool top sheet.

Vaguely, she also remembered his broken whisper of apology; a lingering kiss on her flushed cheek and a long, spindly hand stroking her tousled hair before she succumbed to total darkness….

He did not tell her that he loved her.

But, he didn't need to.


"Do you not see?" Belle said to herself as her eyes began to brim with tears and her body started to shake with excruciating sobs.

"Its working! The Kiss!" her voice cracked with agony.

"It means True Love!"