It was a needless gesture. Belle was still fast asleep in his bed. Brushing aside the feeling of contentment at seeing her sweet form tangled among his bed linens, Chance crossed to the table and laid down the tray and wine bottle.Belle felt a warm hand on her waist.“Vete Quiero dormir,” she murmured before turning on to her stomach, giving Chance a view of her pert backside, which still bore the mark of his punishment.Giving her a playful swat on her bottom, Chance said smugly, “I can see your desire to lounge about in my bed, hoping for more of my cock, ma petite, but you really should eat something before we have another go at it.”With an indignant shriek, Belle flew out of the bed, only to quickly realize she was still bare as the day she was born. Grabbing the linen, she hastily wrapped it around her body and then over her shoulders as best she could.Chance just laughed as he gestured to the table. “Your knight errant has brought his fair maiden a feast!” he said with a theatric gesture.“You are hardly a white knight, sir,”
