18. Afraid

Eleanor blinked and backed away to leave before Simon looked up and noticed her presence. But the rustling in the bushes made Simon turn his attention and look at Eleanor.

"Eleanor."

Eleanor stopped in her tracks, didn't move and froze like a rabbit in hiding. Simon began to move to the bank of the river and took a cloth to dry himself. He and Eleanor still hadn't spoken.

Eleanor lowered her head. Secretly his eyes moved stealthily at Simon's body, especially at the dark and wet area between the man's legs. Her face was red, and she almost screamed at the masculine look in Simon.

"I-I thought you weren't around, so I looked here," said Eleanor breaking the silence between them.

Simon smiled as he put on his clothes, looking at Eleanor. He knew Eleanor was embarrassed, and he guessed that Eleanor had never seen a naked man. After buttoning his knee-length tights, Simon walked over to Eleanor without a word.

"Am I bothering you?" asked Eleanor.

Simon shook his head quickly. He had been waiting for her since morning, which made him restless all day.

Eleanor looked at Simon, her heart beating wildly when she saw him naked in the middle of the river. Especially now that Simon was in front of him so close. The evening light shone on Simon's curvy curves with the water dripping from his hair.

Simon's heart was beating twice as fast, and he had to fight the urge to put his teeth in the base of Eleanor's neck. The nervousness made it difficult for the words to come out. Simon is brutal, cruel, and has no mercy. He is now weak and motionless in front of a girl's feminine creature.

He could see a blush on Eleanor's cheeks, something he had never seen before. So far, to fulfill his sexual desire, Simon always kidnaps and forces women and kills them without any guilt. But against Eleanor, even though the desire was intense but didn't want to hurt her in the slightest.

"I'm hungry. I brought grilled chicken and . . ." Before Eleanor could continue, Simon had taken her hand and led her to the home.

It is not at all worthy of being called a home. Compared to a house, the building was more accurately called a hut.

Simon opened the house door, letting go of Eleanor's hand. In the room, there was only a bed placed in the corner of the room. I don't know where Simon got the four-poster bed, even though it's worn out but still fit for use. Some clothes were hanging on one of the walls, and that was all Simon had.

There was no sound of plates and spoons clashing as they ate the food Eleanor brought. Simon had no cutlery, and he forgot about it.

Simon ate so well. Eleanor smiled as she watched the man eat greedily, her hunger suddenly vanishing. She suspected that the man rarely ate good food. Eleanor looked around, looking around the room. She was concerned about Simon's home condition.

Simon stopped putting food in his mouth and looked at Eleanor. "Why don't you eat?"

"I've eaten, and now I'm full. Just finish your meal, Simon!"

Simon then handed a piece of meat to Eleanor. Eleanor was about to take it with her hand, but Simon refused and wanted Eleanor to open her mouth. Both of them then smiled.

Eleanor and Simon conversed in the dim light of a torch. Eleanor did most of the talking, and Simon listened.

"Oh, Lady Moreland must be looking for me. I have to get home, Simon." Eleanor got up from her seat and seemed to be in a hurry to clear up the place to eat that she had brought.

Simon scratched his head as if confused. He didn't want her to leave but didn't want to force her to stay.

"I'll come back another time."

"I'll take you home, Ela."

"No need, Simon."

"I'm afraid there's a beast on the road," said Simon, and the real beast was himself.

Eleanor finally accepts Simon's offer to take her home. She was worried about meeting the monsters she encountered in the lake again.

After that day, Simon and Eleanor grew closer. Not closeness like a friend but a special closeness between two adults.

Simon always wanted to meet Eleanor, although if only watching from a distance. Eleanor enjoyed the thrill of each meeting and thought of Simon, a man she thought was unique and rare. They are both in love.

One day, when Eleanor was about to leave to end their meeting, Simon held her hand from leaving.

"Simon, what's wrong?"

"Don't go! I still want to be with you."

"But, Simon...." Eleanor's words hung because Simon's gaze bewitched her.

Well, Eleanor wanted it too. She didn't want to go and wanted to spend the night with Simon.

Eleanor noticed something was different about Simon that night. Her chest heaved violently and tightened. She could feel her sensitive body hit by a rush of hot blood.

Simon grabbed Eleanor and forced her to sit on his lap. The man whispered behind Eleanor's ear. "I want you, Ela."

He then bowed his head and managed to find Eleanor's soft lips. And the girl didn't refuse, and she even opened her lips as if answering Simon's wish.

Simon was so desired, and he had been waiting for this since their first meeting. He did it gently but surely because he didn't want to hurt his lover.

Eleanor groaned as Simon bit her lower lip gently. She could already feel something hard, evidence of Simon's passion beneath her. Her whole body became more sensitive, and Simon's fingers began to run down her body. Eleanor gave herself up and resigned herself to whatever would happen tonight.

Simon turned Eleanor around, so they were now facing each other. Simon then asked. "Ela, why are you nice and not afraid of me?"

"Because I believe you are a good person, Simon. You once risked your life to save me from evil monsters and bullies."

"What if it turns out that I am cruel?"

Eleanor smiled and kissed Simon's chin. "I'm sure you're a good man. I trust you won't hurt me."

Simon's body seemed to be hit by thousands of large stones when he heard the answer of the woman he loved—feeling ashamed of the praise he received. Simon couldn't imagine if Eleanor finally found out that he was a ruthless werewolf.

And one more thing, he didn't want to part and lose her. Now, that was the biggest fear of Simon's life, not wanting to feel the pain of losing. Simon regretted having accepted a pact with somebody in the past.