19. A Passion

Simon turned his face away from Eleanor's gaze. "You don't know who I am, Ela. Don't expect much from me! I'm sorry you had to leave quickly. It was my fault for keeping you from coming home."

Simon lifted Eleanor's body from his lap and walked over to get the torch. Simon's attitude that suddenly changed certainly made the girl confused.

"Simon, what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly telling me to come home? I'm willing to stay with you tonight," asked Eleanor as she walked over to Simon.

"No, Ela. I was wrong, and you shouldn't be here. My mattress is ugly, and your body will hurt if you sleep here. Let's get out!" Simon then walked towards the door first, leaving Eleanor, who still didn't understand Simon's attitude.

Since Eleanor didn't come out, Simon looked back at the girl standing by the bed.

"Eleanor, what are you doing? Hurry up!" Simon said as he tried to catch his breath.

If Eleanor had insisted on not going, Simon would have been unable to contain himself.

"Simon, am I important to you? What do you think the relationship is between us?" Eleanor suddenly asked as she approached Simon.

"Relationship?"

"Yeah, am I someone special to you?"

Simon was silent. Special? What's special? In all his life, Simon had never known what it was like to have something special. All he knew was that his heart would beat faster when he was close to her. Simon had to see Eleanor every day. Otherwise, he would be restless. He wanted to always take care of and love Eleanor. His desire and passion for Eleanor were great, but he didn't want to hurt her.

"I'm happy to see you come and smile," Simon replied after thinking.

"Only that?"

"Ela, no time for more questions. You said you were leaving, didn't you?"

"I don't want to go, Simon. I want to be near you." Eleanor answered as she walked over to Simon.

"Ela, you don't know who I am. I'm afraid to hurt you," Simon said, his neck choking.

"Then tell me! Who are you?"

They looked at each other. Eleanor was visible to be waiting for Simon's answer. And Simon was so afraid he couldn't control his words. He stared at the girl helplessly, the fear growing even greater—fear of losing Eleanor.

Simon put the torch in his hand by the door. Then he looked back at Eleanor's blue eyes and seductive lips.

"I am a monster."

"Oh, stop, Simon! I'm not kidding you."

"You don't believe me?" asked Simon. His breath was getting more rapid. Eleanor didn't understand if Simon was trying to contain his passion.

"No. You're a monster, a demon or stealth, I don't care," replied Eleanor, then touched the nape of the neck and kissed Simon's lips.

Simon immediately pulled away and cupped the girl's face. "Really? Won't you regret it? You're giving yourself to me, Ela."

"Yeah, I won't regret it. Kiss me, Simon. I beg you!"

With suppressed desire, Simon granted Eleanor's wish. There is no longer any reason to procrastinate.

"Okay, my girl. I'm not just going to kiss you."

It was already impossible for Simon to back down. He would do what he wanted to do from the first time they met. The Man immediately greeted Eleanor's lips which had been teasing him ever since. He lowered his head and pulled her into his arms.

Their kiss was so soft, so sweet but thrilling. Eleanor felt the warmth of Simon's lips and the touch of his palm against her face. Simon treated her gently, tasting every taste of Eleanor's soft lips on his.

After a while, Simon stopped their kiss and immediately picked up Eleanor and carried her to bed. Simon laid Eleanor on the bed. They stared at each other. It was obvious that Eleanor was nervous but also impatient.

Simon propped himself up with arms, trapping Eleanor beneath him. He smiled as he tugged at Eleanor's lock of hair.

"Is this your first time, honey? You look nervous," Simon asked.

"Yeah, you're first, Simon."

"I'm flattered. I won't hurt you. Well, it hurts a little, but you'll like it."

Simon then lowered his head and lips to Eleanor's, his tongue slipping in and moving wildly. There was a muffled groan from Eleanor, and perhaps the girl was still too shy to express the pleasant sensation of what she was feeling.

Simon's hand moved across her cheek and then down. Eleanor gasped as Simon squeezed her already tight chest. Besides that, Simon's fingers nimbly played with the tops of Eleanor's breasts, making the girl feel electrified all over her body.

After being satisfied playing on Eleanor's chest, Simon then pulled the lace fabric and dress strap that covered Eleanor's body.

"You're driving me crazy, Ela. I can't breathe if I don't see you for a day."

"I know, Simon. Because I feel the same way," said Eleanor in a muffled voice. Her body jiggled nervously as, one by one, Simon removed the cloth covering her body.

Simon did the same. He immediately took off his clothes, with a burning gaze at Eleanor.

Eleanor gasped when she saw Simon's naked body in the dim light. Simon's body was like that of a hunter, tall, big, slender waist, muscular arms and thighs. The feathers that adorn his chest further add to the masculinity of Simon's figure as a man.

Simon moved back onto the bed and touched Eleanor's most intimate part. When Simon slipped in and brought his face between her thighs, Eleanor was both surprised and embarrassed.

"Simon, what are you doing?"

Simon didn't answer. He just opened Eleanor's thighs wider and immediately kissed her most sensitive area.

"Oh, Simon." Eleanor sighed and kneaded the bed sheet, feeling the pleasure of Simon's treatment of her.

Simon played with his intimate area with his tongue and also his fingers. Eleanor's womb throbbed. And then she stifled a scream as all the muscles tightened, her body convulsing, writhing, uncontrollable. Eleanor had reached the top, and Simon was satisfied to see his lover feel the first release. His eyes blazed, desire with hunger.

After Eleanor's breathing starts to normal, Simon guides possession already standing to enter Eleanor.

"I'll do it now, Ela," Simon said, kissing Eleanor's forehead.

The girl just nodded resignedly. She wrapped her arms around Simon's neck. She took a deep breath and started feeling pain in her groin.

It turned out that Simon was lying. The pain was not small. It hurts. Eleanor's body felt so ripped apart that she had to grip Simon's back until her nails were stuck there.

"Oh, Eleanor..."