Belle Adams' Butler

When Lucas let her go completely, he took a step back to admire the half, undressed girl. Dishevelled hair that was left untamed her lips pink and her skin pale. He could see her slender shoulders that looked petite, her body had lost weight, and he commented, "You have been eating less."

"I have?" asked Belle, her eyes looking down at her before she blushed at the half nakedness of both their bodies in this side of the room, "I have been eating the same amount of food."

But Lucas had a keen eye, and he knew she had been eating less, probably something she hadn't realised but having changed her clothes a few times in the past before putting her in the bed, he could tell the difference. 

She noticed the way his eyes moved to look at her, the pitch-black eyes changing to have specks of gold in them that turned prominent. 

Lucas then said, "Get yourself changed," Belle's eyes turned sad at his words and when he turned to step away from the partitioned wood to be stopped by Belle as she had moved forward to use one hand to place it on his arm so that he wouldn't leave. 

There was an emptiness in her chest when Lucas had started to leave, and she didn't want him to go. The man turned around, his eyes looking at her with such calm composure that made Belle wonder if it was just her who was feeling the sparks and lightning around her. 

He gave her a questioning look as if he didn't know, but Belle knew that there was nothing Lucas didn't know of. Was he playing with her, waiting to catch her or waiting for her to give her word before he would make a move on her? It wasn't that the kisses were not satisfying, but Belle wanted more than that. At first, she was more than happy to receive the kisses as Lucas had finally opened his cold heart to her. 

"Don't leave…" her words came out soft and quiet in the already silent room. She bit the inside of her lower lip before letting it go, her eyes looking into his gold ones anxiously. 

Lucas didn't have to be told twice as the two words she spoke was enough of confirmation, and he took a step forward and another until he stood in front of her. His eyes continued to look at her, and Belle looked back. She could feel her heart flutter when his hand moved to touch her face that traced down to her neck and then her shoulder. 

Another hand moved around her waist, reaching her back and Lucas pulled her to him. 

Belle gasped at the sudden pull towards him, and her heart started to beat out of excitement. Lucas leaned forward his face towards her, touching her lips with his lips, moving against them as he tasted and sucked on them. He tasted everything as if he had never tasted before. Sweet like honey. The more he felt her, the more addictive it was to let go of her lips or her from his arms. 

She felt his lips moving passionately against hers and feeling him push her forward that had her take a couple of steps behind before her lower back hit a desk that was present in there, stopping her from moving any further away from him. Belle was startled when Lucas pulled away from her to lift her and place her on the surface of the desk. 

She moved back, pushing both her hands that were placed on the edge of the desk. The dress she had, had been pulled away a few seconds ago from her hand to be thrown on the ground which she couldn't recollect where it was as her eyes didn't look away from him. 

With the thought of Lucas, who had already seen her body, she tried to discard the feeling of being embarrassed and placed both her hands on Lucas' chest—feeling the taut muscles under her palms and fingertips. She remembered the day when they both had drenched in the rain, taking shelter in the forest. The way his wet shirt had stuck to his skin, it stirred something deep in her abdomen, and she couldn't help but stretch her feet and toes at the thought of it. 

Lucas stepped closer to her by parting both her legs away so that he could stand in between them. Right now, there was no politeness on his face that he often carried. His eyes though gold, there was something dark that lingered in the depths of it and she was curious to touch it, but at the same time, she felt if she were to reach for it, she would get burned. 

"Belle," Lucas called her name like he had not before, the seductiveness dripping in that single word and the way he gazed down at her had her softly gulp. 

He raised both his hands to place it around her neck while both his thumbs pushed her face up as he angled down to kiss her lips by slipping his tongue into her warm mouth. 

Belle closed her eyes, losing herself in the kiss that was starting to heat her body. His tongue felt like a hot velvet that was turning her head dizzy, where she could barely think straight and was following his lead. She couldn't resist but traced his firm body, and as she moved her hands to support herself than using the desk she was sitting on, she realised how fit he was. Did all the Grims look like that? At that thought, she smiled into the kiss, and Lucas pulled his lips back. 

He ran his thumb across her bottom lip, looking at it, "What are you smiling at?" he asked her, his smouldering eyes leaving her lips and looking into her eyes. 

She parted her lips and awkwardly smiled, "A strange thought."

"Tell me," he coaxed her. 

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