Wanting to kiss you

"What is the meaning of this, Quinn? I am to be the wife of the King! This is entirely inappropriate and could compromise my reputation. Release me at once!" Belle demanded, her voice laced with anger. She had steeled herself against his petty schemes, but this particular approach was beyond her expectations. If this encounter were to happen in public, her image will be ruined and Quinn will get away with it.

"Since when have I cared for morals?" Quinn retorted, his voice calm but laced with defiance. "Do not forget, my dear, that you agreed to this deal. Are you scared already?" His face dipped closer, his nose brushing her hair as he inhaled its familiar, intoxicating scent. He had always found himself drawn to the fragrance, one of the many things that had ensnared him in the past.