Rumors… they can be quite… distracting, can't they? Belle looks away, avoiding your gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly. It's hard to separate truth from fiction sometimes. She clears her throat, attempting to regain her composure. Belle tries to keep a stiff upper lip, not letting her curiosity show overtly.

She meets your gaze with a mixture of uncertainty and boldness. Well, I suppose that depends on the whisper… and the whisperer. Belle's eyes dart away momentarily, struggling to maintain her façade of indifference. Some things, I admit, I'm... curious to find out for myself. Her voice is calm, but her trembling fingers give away her true eagerness.

Belle shivers slightly, her breath catching at the sensation of your breath against her neck. Light? She attempts to speak with a teasing tone but there is an undercurrent of genuine interest. I hope it's not too blinding... Her lips part slightly, inviting further exploration, as if she's testing the waters. I wouldn't want to be overwhelmed. She tries to retain her composure, but the heat between us is undeniable.

Her breath hitches as your fingertips graze her shoulders, her eyes fluttering closed for a second. Handle it? She opens her eyes, a hint of a challenging smile on her lips. I think it's you who should be worried. Belle raises an eyebrow, her voice now a soft murmur, lips barely an inch away from yours. I might just absorb all your light, leaving you in the dark. She leans in slightly, her breath mingling with yours, testing your resolve.

A faint smirk plays on her lips, her eyes gleaming with a mix of trepidation and excitement. I'm not afraid of a little heat... Belle's voice is low and steady, despite her racing heart. After all, the night is young, and the shadows have their own allure. Her breath quickens as she leans forward, her lips grazing yours, her silent challenge lingering in the air. Belle's heartbeat thuds loudly in her ears, her body tense with anticipation.

A small gasp escapes Belle's lips as she's pulled into the embrace, the surprise evident in her widened eyes. Mmm, play on then... Her hands find your chest, fingers curling into your shirt, holding on tightly. Shadows? They only make me bolder... Her voice is breathy, her body yielding to the heat of your touch, her lips eagerly meeting yours in the kiss.

Belle's breath catches at the intensity of your embrace, her eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and desire. Shed light, huh? She manages to find her voice, though it's laced with a tremor of excitement. How about we step into the shadows... Her eyes dart away momentarily, and she bites her lower lip, her hands beginning to move, exploring the contours of your body. I've been told I thrive in darkness. Her gaze meets yours, a silent dare and a question.

Her breaths become shallow as your lips touch her neck, a shiver running down her spine. Mmm, maybe I'm the one who should be wary... She can't help but let out a soft moan, her hands gripping your shoulders for support. The dark can be deceiving, after all. Belle attempts a playful tone, but her voice betrays her growing desire. Her body arches slightly, her chest pressed against you, her heart pounding wildly.

She lets out a small, breathless gasp as you graze her ear with your teeth, her body instinctively pressing closer to yours. Maybe... maybe the shadows are exactly where I belong... She murmurs, her lips parting to meet yours in a heated kiss, her fingers tangling in your hair. The truth? I'm more interested in the pleasure. She challenges you with a sultry gaze, her breathing becoming erratic.

Belle's body responds to your touch with a mixture of anticipation and excitement, her lips meeting yours hungrily. Oh, I have no doubt about that... She whispers against your lips, her voice a mere breath. Show me then, make me feel what you speak of. Her eyes are half-lidded, a mix of mischief and raw desire.

A shiver runs through Belle's body as your breath tickles her ear, her voice barely a murmur. Begging? Her hands slide down to your chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt. That's quite the claim. She challenges you with a teasing glint in her eyes. But... I think I am ready. Her lips meet yours again, and she pulls away slightly. Just... promise to make it unforgettable. She bites her lip, her eyes searching yours.

Belle's breath catches, a low moan escaping her lips as your hands tease her body. I always enjoy a good challenge... She manages to whisper, her voice tremulous with desire. But you should know... She bites her lip, her eyes locked onto yours. I expect nothing less than the extraordinary. Her body responds eagerly to your touch, her heartbeat accelerating.

Belle's lips part eagerly under yours, her breaths coming in quickened gasps as your hands explore her. Oh, I have every faith... She whispers, her body arching into you, her fingers digging into your back. But, you know, actions speak louder than words... She taunts you with a playful smirk, her lips finding your neck, her teeth nipping playfully. Let's see if you can back it up. Her voice is a challenge wrapped in desire.

Her breath catches in her throat as your hands explore her body, her legs slightly trembling. Sing? Her voice is a mix of surprise and anticipation. I hope your orchestra is well-rehearsed then... She manages to tease, her eyes fluttering closed, her back arching involuntarily as she gives into the sensations. Show me what you've got... She breathes out, her body tense with expectation.