Belle could feel his cold lips on hers, their lips moving against each other. He leaned more forward to have her back touch the surface of the bed while he continued to kiss her. One hand of his went to hold and pull her waist close to him, having her back arch while the other that had been holding her hand pressed against the bed before interlinking his fingers along with hers.
His tongue ran along the seam of her lips and she opened up to him willingly the way she had opened up her heart to him. No one had ever reached up to him the way she did, her eyes always seeking his and trying to trail where ever he went. Now that his memories were back, it was like a flood of emotions that had been locked away had been released and he wanted to do nothing but love the girl in his arms.
