Mr Gold grinned against her lips, a slight darkness to the smile if anyone who knew him well enough cared to look. He needed this, the sight of Belle, the smell of her. He would taste her soon enough, make her squirm and cry in pleasure. It was so different from pain, but it could give just as much power.
He sighed at the feeling of her hands against his skin. He had to see her, all of her...Now. "We'll stop...when you can't take any more."