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castle, the Beast entered the dungeon quietly. He wanted to check on the girl, to be sure she was all right.
    A half-empty bottle of wine lay on the ground by her hay pile, where she sprawled, asleep. Beast grinned. It amused him that both she and her father knew how to get what they needed from his enchanted castle. Neither of them had needed a note explaining it, the way he had.
    That indicated that she was the accepting sort. When things she asked for appeared out of nowhere, she seemed to have accepted it and moved on, no explanation needed. Hopefully that meant she would learn to accept his appearance as well.
    Only time would tell.
    The Beast crept toward her, not wanting to frighten her by waking her, as he had done to Nadine that night so long ago. The memory of her screams of terror still filled his nightmares.
    Belle’s long brown hair splayed around her head, one pale hand nestled under her cheek. Her plain blue dress was simple but form-fitting, as if she’d made it before she’d finished growing into her curves. The buttons at her neck were undone, leaving her collarbone exposed.
    She was beautiful…no wonder they called her Belle. The girl certainly qualified to have a name that meant Beauty.
    Beast leaned in closer to her, breathing in the warm, sweet scent of her skin. He couldn’t recall ever doing that to a girl when he was human—sniffing her. Maybe he had become more of an animal than he’d thought.
    Belle stiffened, her brow creasing, her eyes squeezed shut.
    “I didn’t mean to wake you,” Beast said softly.
    She kept her eyes closed. “I’m scared,” she whispered.
    “I won’t hurt you.”
    “Don’t eat me.”
    He smiled but composed himself, knowing a smile only looked like he was baring his fangs. If she chose to open her eyes when he was grinning at her, she’d probably run screaming.
    “I won’t eat you, Belle,” he promised.
    He’d never actually eaten a person, but it had seemed like a good threat when Henry Castelle was there. Now he wished he could take it back so she wouldn’t be so frightened to have him near her.
    “Why are you here, then, if not to eat me?” she asked.
    “I wanted to see you,” he admitted. “It’s been so long since I’ve had human contact.”
    “How long?” she asked, keeping her eyes shut.
    “Ten years.” He ran his fingers over her silky hair.
    “What happened ten years ago?”
    He couldn’t tell her, so he wouldn’t try. “I…changed.”
    “Change back,” she whispered.
    If only it were so simple. Perhaps she thought he’d been a nice beast who changed into a mean beast. He laughed, the sound coming out like a howl.
    Belle whimpered, and Beast stopped laughing. He touched her cheek gently, running his hand across her smooth face, relishing the feel of her skin. She bit her lip to hold back a gasp.
    “I’d like to change,” he said. “Maybe you can help me.”
    “How?”
    “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman for company,” he said. “I want to touch you. Is that all right?”
    Belle inhaled sharply, but she nodded.
    “Why are you saying yes, if you’re afraid?”
    “Because you’re so big,” she whispered, her eyes still shut. “I’m scared you’ll hurt me.”
    “I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said. “You have my word. My only desire is to make you feel good right now.”
    At that, she relaxed visibly, the crease leaving her forehead. Beast kept one hand against her cheek, and with his other hand, spanned the length of her body and gently touched her foot.
    “Your feet are cold,” he said, holding them in one large hand to warm them.
    “I am a bit chilled, sir.”
    “It’s cold and dark down here in the dungeon,” he admitted. “I think you should have taken me up on my offer to sleep upstairs, in my bed.”
    Belle moaned as he moved his hand up her leg to her knee, whether in fear or pleasure, he couldn’t tell. But she wasn’t stopping him.
    Her blue dress lifted, leaving her thighs