Driving you mad

Belle's body trembled at his words, an unwelcome warmth pooling within her as her thoughts betrayed her resolve. A small part of her, buried deep, wanted to experience the memories he painted so vividly. But "eating her up"? What could he possibly mean by that? 

"I am not interested in anything of the sort. Release me at once," she demanded, forcing away the sinful imaginings his words had stirred. She resumed pushing against his chest, though her strength seemed to wane. 

"It was my failure, Belle, for not making you feel like a woman," Quinn murmured, his voice dripping with sensuality. "I acknowledge my faults and seek to correct them now."