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Chapter 14
The knife slipped from Belle's hand and fell to the floor with a clatter.
"Say it again!" she beamed as she pressed her body against Rumplestiltskin's and looped her arms around his neck.
"Tell me again!"
He went rigid in her embrace, but Belle didn't realize it; nor did she see the color as it bled back into the bottomless black pits that were his eyes.
Her elation eclipsed all of her senses.
She pressed her face against his chest and closed her eyes.
"I beg of you, say it again Rumplestiltskin."
"Get away from me!" he roared, forcing her from him.
"What-" Belle started, but she was cut off by his roaring voice.
"How did you find it?!"
"Find what!?" she wailed back as she felt his nails dig into her shoulders.
"Rumplestiltskin let me go! You're hurting me!"
"Oh no dearie..." he hissed, "Do not play innocent with me! I stole that from you long ago!"
She writhed and tried to pull herself away from him; pleading for him to stop.
But he was lost in his blind fury.
The rage that had once cost him a beloved son.
The rage that brought this horrible curse upon him.
He wasn't Rumplestiltskin anymore, he was the Dark One; he was a predator.
And poor Belle was his prey.
He yanked her against his torso.
"That's right dearie," he giggled, "let that brave façade crumble, I always knew you were a scared little bitch underneath it all."
Belle screamed but he clapped a muddy hand over her mouth.
"Why are you screaming?" he whispered, kicking the dagger across the room so Belle couldn't have it.
"I haven't even fucked you yet."
Belle grabbed at the torn collar of his shirt and whimpered against his hand.
"That dagger, Mistress, is the only thing that can kill me." he snarled.
Her blue eyes widened and she ran her fingers up the side of his neck and he grinned down at her.
"Look at you, you little wanton." he hissed as her hand dove beneath the ruined silk of his tunic.
"That dagger is my only weakness," he paused and let his free hand gather the hem of her nightdress.
"...after you."
He kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks, "That knife can make me do anything..." he removed his hand from her mouth.
"...say anything."
"I-I didn't know." She breathed.
"Of course you didn't." he yanked her head back by her braid.
"I had you…..enthralled." she awed.
"The key word there is 'had' dearie."
His lips curled over his rotted teeth as he wound Belle's braid tighter around his fist.
Belle licked her lips and brushed a few stray curls away from his gilded face.
"You love me," he leaned into her palm.
"You cannot deny it."
He stared thoughtfully into her eyes; those loving, trusting eyes, and ripped the bottom half of her nightgown away from her legs.
"How could I not love you?" he said low.
"You, who knows my black heart and sees how mangled my soul is and yet still love me."
Rumplestiltskin looked down at her heaving chest, "You see the coward who hides inside of the monster-"
"And I love them both." she interjected as she molded her body against his.
He smiled shyly and sank his hand between them, and slowly he parted her thighs.
"You found me."
He whispered against the shell of her ear, his breath tickling her neck.
"I will always find you." Belle moaned as he stroked his finger down her seam.
He strangled a moan of his own when he felt her cup his hardness through his leather trousers.
"Belle…"
"I've waited so long for you." she whispered against his neck as he snuck one long finger halfway into her wetness.
He smiled against her hair when she bucked into his hand.
"Ready for me?" he chuckled.
"Always."
He pulled his finger from her sodden heat and Belle moaned in frustration at the loss of his touch.
"Come."
He guided her to his alchemists table and pushed all of his beakers and books aside, not caring in the slightest where they fell.
He silently directed her to stand in front of him and pressed her to his rigid groin as his hand splayed out across her lower stomach.
"Bend over."
He whispered into her ear while raking the remnants of her nightgown up around her waist.
Belle obliged and flayed her upper body out across the hard wood of his work table; her braid fell uselessly over her shoulder.
Rumplestiltskin nudged her thighs apart with his knee and freed his aching length with a few tugs of his leather ties.
He placed one hand on the small of her back and grasped his throbbing manhood with the other.
"Please….." he heard her moan from the table, those cock-twitching moans that he heard even in his sleep.
"Dark One…"
That's all it took.
With one push Rumplestiltskin sheathed himself inside of Belle's scorching flower.
He swore she had gotten tighter; if that was even possible.
She hummed from underneath him.
He hissed as he pulled out and plunged back in, watching her muscles cling to him with each thrust.
She sobbed, feeling him ravager her insides with each push.
Never before had their love-making felt as primal and urgent as it did now with Belle bent over his work table, her nails desperately clawing at the slats as he pounded her, deeper and deeper with each thrust.
She wailed when she felt him wrap her braid back around his wrist, pulling her neck back and slinking his other arm around her waist to push her closer to him.
His mouth was against her ear, his breath angry and un-even.
"Belle…." he whined as his movements became erratic and unsynchronized.
And when he felt her feminine walls spasm around his iron cock, her name was the only human noise he could grit out.
He felt her chest heave with sobs.
"Don't stop!" she cried.
He continued to pummel her, even as he felt his own release creep upon him.
His thrusts became urgent.
And with one final push; he emptied himself inside of Belle's velvet heat.
Like a true Beast.