Belle shivered, plesantly, as his lips touched her neck. She knew it should have felt like too much, having his palms tracing her body while his mouth was on her, but it only felt like things were finally as they were supposed to be. She'd dreamed him in her cell all those years, and things had never been slow then. It had always been all hands and lips and flesh, giving him everything the people back home had thought he'd taken without any hesitation.
Her fingers slid under his collar, gripping his shoulder to keep him pressed her, as she her feet seemed to move all on their own to back towards the bedroom. "Just...don't--don't stop," she stammered, hating how quickly eloquence was fading away.