Chapter 2 :)
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"Who could love a disgraced Princess?"
Belle closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.
"Who wears the spit of her people upon her skirts and isn't worth the dirt beneath her Papa's feet."
"They will pay for what they've done to you." He looked into her sapphire eyes, "I will destroy them if it is the last thing I do."
Belle stared at him impassively.
"You may destroy them, but you cannot destroy what they have done to me. You cannot wipe away the hatred; you cannot magic away the scars and bruises their stones left on my body any more than you can allow me to kiss you." She said as she leaned into him.
Rumpelstiltskin froze.
Belle chuckled, low and husky as her lips brushed against his grey-gold cheek. Snaking her arms around his neck she breathed, "Worry not Dark One, I shan't kiss thee."
Belle's lips trailed across the surprisingly smooth terrain of his jaw to whistle against the shell of his ear, "God forbid I break your precious curse."
"Stop it Belle." He snarled as he crushed her to him, "Don't."
"Names hold power you know." Belle said matter-of-factly.
"I've dreamt of you calling my name." He slowly whispered.
Rumpelstiltskin's breath hitched when Belle dug her nails into his shoulder blades.
"Rumpelstiltskin," She paused for a breath,
"Make love to me."
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For the first time in centuries Rumpelstiltskin felt inferior.
Seated less than an inch from Belle, in front of the blazing marble fireplace, he watched her with wide, reptilian eyes as she unlaced her bodice.
His eyes were glued to her fingers plucking and pulling the suede ties from the front of the cotton basque. He was down to only his leather leggings now; his silk shirt lay crumpled a few feet away on the floor underneath the window.
When she shrugged her basque from her narrow shoulders, he jerked it from her.
"You shall never dress in rags again." He hissed and he threw the faded scrap into the crackling fire.
She stared mournfully at the dying fabric.
It reminded Belle of herself.
"Belle?" he said as he caressed her arm and tried to ignore the faded scars that were scattered along her milky flesh.
"It's not too late."
She smiled at him sadly and un-tucked her dingy chemise from her blue skirt and pulled it over her head without modesty.
Rumpelstiltskin forgot how to breathe.
His eyes moved from her graceful neck, to her beautiful shoulders, and to her perfect breasts covered with what he imagined to be the softest skin in all ten kingdoms, and dusted with rose pink nipples that had hardened in the cool air.
He had already been hard for what seemed like years, ready to get this all over and done with, but watching Belle sit there in front of him with only her skirt on and her eyes glued to the ground as if she had done something wrong and were awaiting punishment made him take her into his arms.
"You don't have to-"
"Please..." Belle whispered and placed his talon on her thigh.
Her skin was like silk.
She looped her thin little arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder as he traced lazy circles up her leg, stopping when he came to the juncture of her thighs.
"Don't stop."
His hand hovered uncertainly above her womanhood, "Say no Belle, I beg of you, please say no." he whispered into her hair.
Without a word Belle parted her legs to him, every nerve in her body was wailing for him.
He cupped her, feeling the soft patch of curls, and her sweltering heat.
She did want him.
Rumpelstiltskin sighed and began to rub her mound gently, "Belle..." he croaked when his index finger ghosted her slit.
Belle tensed in response and wound her fingers into his wiry hair.
His finger teased her, roaming up and down her folds and her arousal made her slick enough to where he could smell her.
Slowly, he slid his overly long finger into her.
Belle jerked like she had been burned, but whispered quickly, "Please Rumpelstiltskin..."
He heeded her request and continued to sink his digit into her soaking core.
He felt her begin to nip and lick his neck as he stroked her slowly with his finger, "I'm ready." she whispered into his ear and then tugged on his earlobe with her teeth.
"You will never be ready."
In one motion he laid her naked back onto the thick rug, and with a shaking hand, Rumpelstiltskin brushed a fuzzy chestnut curl away from her face.
"Your shaking." she said as he parted her thighs. Her blue skirt pooled in front of her womanhood, shielding it.
Belle rolled her eyes and turned to the fire, her breasts were illuminated by the orange light and before he knew it, he had cupped one in his hand.
Belle sighed and pushed herself into his palm and he began to massage her whilst simultaneously unlacing his breeches.
He moved atop her and she wrinkled her rag of a skirt around her waist.
With one hand cupping her breast Rumpelstiltskin freed himself with the other.
Momentarily leaving her chest, he pulled her hips to meet him and looked up at her, "I'm sorry Belle."
Bracing himself with one hand, palm down, beside of her head, he pulled her left thigh over his lower back and pushed inside of her.
"Stop!" she wailed as her hands sprung to her lover's chest, trying to push him from atop her.
He stilled and let out the breath he had held without realizing it, he had broken her maidenhood.
"It hurts." she whimpered from beneath him, letting her palms slide down his chest to rest on his shimmering stomach.
"Don't move until I tell you to...please." she breathed, her wrinkled brow relaxing and the tension slowly leaving her body.
Rumpelstiltskin shivered, Belle was like a vice around him.
His nails dug into the woven carpet beneath them as he awaited her command.
He dared not move an inch.
He had already maimed her soul, to grieve her physically was more than he could bear on his conscience at this point.
"Please move." she squeaked quietly, and Rumpelstiltskin praised the Gods.
Slowly he shifted to lie closer to her, his face buried between her neck and shoulder where Belle's had been on him only moments before when he held her in his lap.
He couldn't look at her as he sullied her.
Yet he didn't have the strength to stop.
She was everything.
She had risen from the dead and desired him, and the soft, aching moans that came from beneath him drove him on and on. He planted soft kisses along her collar bone and neck, whispering her name over and over...
"Tell me to stop Belle," he growled, "Please, tell me to-"
"Don't stop," she moaned as she hooked her ankles across his lower back, "Rumpelstiltskin, please don't ever stop."
Relentlessly he sheathed himself again and again, knowing he would finish all too soon and praying Belle had no knowledge of such things.
Suddenly, he heard her scream his name, clear and bell-like.
He felt her spasm around him, squeezing him so tightly he saw stars. Her back curved a little off the rug and she fisted her hands in his hair.
He had pleased .her.
"God Almighty!"