Little Disciple

Belle jerked open her eyes when she felt something hard pressing her. She was ready to land a heavy blow on the intruder's face, but a strong arm locked Belle's hands above her head.

"Don't move." Alaric whispered in a husky voice near her ear. When Belle heard his voice, she froze in her place and started to panic. 

"I...I am not ready yet, Alaric." Belle requested in a low voice. Listening to her, Alaric felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on him. 

"Sorry. I got carried over by desire." Alaric let go of Belle and apologized. There was this feeling of emptiness in his heart. 

"You don't have to be sorry." Belle instantly pulled Alaric on the bed and cupped his face in her hands before giving him a smacking kiss on the lips. 

"Give me a little more time, please." Belle said, looking straight into the deep obsidian eyes of Alaric. 

"Ok. But don't take too long." Alaric pulled Belle closer to him and l