What was it.
Goren heard what sounded like a handle being pulled down.
But it must have been his imagination.
He turned his attention back to Alex's drawing, which he was working on, absorbing himself in it and forgetting everything else around him.
- Bobby...
At Alex's voice, Gorren snapped out of his thoughts, dropped the pencil he'd been holding, which fell to the floor, and looked up from his drawing, shocked to have heard her voice, and above all, to discover her, there in his room, in her nightdress, her back pressed against the door.
Name of God...
Don't tell me.
And yet...
It was her.
There she was, in her room.
Alex was there.
Good God...
What on earth had possessed her to come here, especially at this time of night?
If she was ever discovered in her room.
It would end badly for both of them.
In addition, couldn't she see that in coming here, she'd done everything but play it safe.
And if she'd been caught.
What excuse would she have found.
No.
It really wasn't prudent.
- Don't worry... Nobody saw me.
No one had seen him.
Fortunately for her, as for him.
And who could really be sure she hadn't been seen.
In addition, that wasn't the point.
Last night, Goren had explained to Alex that he'd better not come every night, to avoid any risk of being seen.

And she'd come to his room in the middle of the night.
- Why did you come... I told you...
Why did she come...
But what a question.
Because she simply wanted to see him.
In addition, just because he'd told her he wouldn't be coming to her room every night didn't mean she couldn't come to his.
- Alex... Go back to your room.
- No, I won't.
At her refusal, Goren looked at her, surprised.
But she was rebelling.
Refusing to go back to her room.
But on the one hand, he was happy to see her.
On the other hand, he was worried about her being caught in her room.
Goren absolutely didn't have to admit he was glad she was there, otherwise she'd never leave, and would stay.
- Alex... please.
No and no.
She wouldn't leave.
Not until she got what she came for.
- No... I'm staying.
Full of determination, she brought her hands to the skirt of her nightgown, and began to pull it up, before the eyes of a Goren who was beginning to lose his train of thought, so absorbed was he in what she was doing.
She flashed a small, charming and triumphant smile, seeing the small flame that had just ignited in Goren's dark eyes.

She pulled her nightdress over her head and threw it to the floor, revealing two small, firm, well-rounded breasts, their hardened tips to Goren's gaze, who couldn't hold back the little moan that escaped his lips.
At her little moan, she reached for her panties, slid them down her legs, under a Goren who was holding the sketchpad in his hands with all his might, and threw them in his face.
At this gesture, Goren felt all his composure disappear, and all he wanted to do was throw himself at Alex, to make love to her against that door.
But he mustn't.
Not here.
And even if she was more than desirable, he mustn't give in.
- Bobby... I came for something...
Eames had come for something...
And he already knew what she'd come for.
But that would be no.
Not here.
- No... Lasie.
What do you mean, no...
No.
Well, that's what Goren was going to see.
Eames plastered a mischievous smile on her lips, and walked towards him at a slow pace.
When she reached him, she removed the drawing pad from her hands, and her panties, which she lifted with her finger, placed before his eyes, and set the pad and panties on the small chest of drawers next to them.
- This will be a memento of me... On nights when we can't…

A souvenir of her.
Eames wasn't serious.
Left him her panties.
What did she think he would do with them.
That like a pervert, he'd bring them to his nostrils, smell them, take pleasure in them.
She wasn't serious.
But strangely enough...
At the thought, he flared up, and whatever was in his crotch reacted.
No, but it wasn't right to react like that.
My God...
He'd become a real obsessive.
It was all that lassie's fault, obsessing over her and her little body.
- Says Bobby...
At Eames' voice, Goren gasped, red-faced and ashamed of what he'd just thought.
Eames turned back to him, his mischievous smile still on his lips.
At last, Goren's hands were free.
And so he could do what she wanted him to do.
Delighted at his initiative, at having come to join him in his room, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and came to rest her little buttocks on his thighs, facing him.
- Alex... I said no.
For all answer, she pressed her small breasts against his chest, making him falter, and brought her face close to his, and took possession of his lips with passion.
- Bobby... Touch me.

No.
Goren couldn't give in to his impulses.
He had to control himself.
And especially not touch her.
Because he knew that if he touched her, he wouldn't be able to control himself.
- Alex...
She didn't give him time to finish his sentence, as she took his lips again with passion, forced her teeth through, and intertwined their tongues in a mad dance.
Quickly, she slipped her hands under his shirt, brushed against his powerful torso, making him moan.
- Bobby... I want to be able to touch you...
At this complaint, Goren lost all control, shook his head, and hastily removed his top, throwing it to the floor.
What was the point of saying no, when he knew he'd always give in.
Free at last to touch his skin, Eames laid his palms flat on his chest, letting his fingers slide over his skin, along his pecs, and his belly.
- Bobby... Take off your pants.
Pardon.
He'd heard her right.
Alex wanted him to take his pants off already.
But she was in a hurry tonight.
Didn't she want to take it slow and easy.

Not seeing him react, she reached for his fly, unzipped it, plunged her hand inside, pulling out his already hard member, and stroked it up and down, making him moan.
- I'll take it from here... She bit her lips in desire. Bobby.
What.
Alex wanted to take matters into her own hands.
Like last time.
The time he'd let her take charge, and she'd been so fiery.
Would she have loved it that much last time.
But even so, he had to stop her.
As tempting as the idea of taking her astride that chair was, he couldn't. He couldn't take the risk that she'd be too upset.
He couldn't risk anyone hearing them.
And especially not, that they'd be caught.
- Alex... You mustn't...
She didn't give him time to finish his sentence, as she lifted her pelvis, lowered her intimacy onto his member, anchored it, and began to move.
This was too much for Goren, who could take no more, and lost all control.
He grunted, brought his hand to the nape of her neck, forced her face closer to his, and took her lips hungrily, devouring them.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, pressed his torso against her small breasts, crushing them.
At this audacity, Eames let out little cries of pleasure, clung to him, and quickened the pace, unleashed herself...
- Oh lassie... You do what you want with me.
Pink-cheeked, she nodded.

My God...
Alex was so feisty, going wild on his member.
It felt so good.
Felt her wetness spurt over his member.
Excited her to the core.
But despite this violent desire, this violent passion they shared, in this moment, he should have stopped everything.
But he couldn't.
Couldn't anymore.
He wanted Alex far too much, to be inside her, feeding off her.
He was so good inside Alex, he'd stay there for the rest of his life.
Especially, if it was to see her so feisty, and without any restraint in his arms.
- Alex... I'm going to...
He grabbed her round little buttocks, pushed his member deeper into her, and pounded into her.
- Oh Bobby... Yes... Yes...
At her moans, Goren felt the explosion inside him.
He tensed, his body shaking with spasms, let out his scream, and delivered his seed into her.
- Alex...
He took possession of Eames's lips, stifling the cry of his orgasm, intertwining their tongues in a frenzied dance.
That's all it took for Alex, who arched her back, threw her head back, screamed with pleasure, as Goren looked on in amazement.
- Oh Bobby... Yes, it's…

Goren brought his hands to her back and neck, straightened her up, and lowering his face to hers, took her lips fiercely, stifling her cry.
Slowing the pace, and little by little, Eames regained her composure, and wrapped his arms around her neck, resting his head against her shoulder.
- Bobby... I love you.
At this sign of affection, Goren wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her gently to him.
- Me too... lassie.
Goren felt a small breath along the back of her neck.
Don't tell me.
- Alex...
No answer.
Instead, she snuggled up to him, sighing like a happy woman.
Name of God...
But she'd just fallen asleep in his arms.
And right after sex.
It was the first time.
In addition, how was he going to do it.
They couldn't stay like that, in that position.
And how was he going to get her back to her room without anyone seeing them.
His gaze was drawn to the big bed.
He had no other solution.
Alex couldn't stay asleep on him, especially in their current position.
For he knew that if she had the misfortune to even brush against his crotch, he might possess her even asleep.

So with delicacy, he brought his hands to her little buttocks, and stood up, holding her tight, to carry him to the bed.
When he reached her bed, he gently set her down and stepped aside, but she clung to him, refusing to let go.
- Stay with me Bobby... Forever.
Stay with her...
forever.
At his words, her heart raced.
So Alex longed for a future for them both, as he would like it to be.
Gently, he brought his hand to her forehead, brushed against it.
- I wouldn't go anywhere without you... Kid.
At his words, she let him move aside, to curl up on the bed.
Gently, he took the sheet between his hands, and covered her little body.
My goodness...
But how pretty she looked, asleep in her bed.
At the sight of her, all he could think of was engraving her to keep her close to him.
So, not hesitating for a second, he grabbed his drawing pad, picked up his pencil from the floor, sat down on the chair and began the portrait of Alex.

- Little groundhog... Goren stroked Alex's forehead with extreme gentleness, and he smiled, still asleep. You've got to wake up.
At his words, she winced, grumbling, refusing to open her eyes.
- Alex... You can't stay here.
You can't stay here.
At her words, Eames opened her eyelids, threw back the sheet, and rose to a sitting position.
- And why can't I stay here.
Good God...
Why couldn't she stay here.
What a question.
Did he still have to explain the reason...
When she knew it.
That she knew very well, and why.
- Lassie... You know why.
Yes, she knew.

Goren was afraid they'd be discovered by his father.
So much the better.
This way, she could be with him, without hiding.
And if her father disapproved...
Well, she didn't care.
Eames would stay with Goren even against her father's advice.
Refusing to leave, she clutched the sheet in her hands, lay back down, and refolded it over her body.
- I don't care if I'm discovered in your bed.
Pardon.
Alex wasn't serious.
She didn't care if she was discovered in her bed.
If she was discovered in his bed, it would end very badly, for him, as well as for her.
Eames didn't understand, didn't want to understand.
Even if their love was sincere...
He was too old for her.
At least, until she came of age.
But above all, he was poor.
And his father would never accept that.
Whatever it took, he had to make Eames see reason.
- Alex... He tugged at the sheet, but she held it tight, preventing him from pulling it away. Please, Alex...
- I said no.
Oh...
But the little lady was temperamental.
She was stubborn.

Name of God...
Goren could see she would never comply.
And yet, he absolutely had to change her mind.
But how could he...
Yes.
If words didn't work...
Perhaps...
Goren approached Eames, placed his hands on either side of her body, and lowered his face to hers, brought his lips close to her ear.
- If you obediently go back to your room... I'll give you lots of kisses in a certain place.
At her words, Eames blushed violently, and turned her flushed face to Goren.
- You mean...
He nodded, his eyes shining with desire.
Eames swallowed hard, his whole body aflame.
He pulled back the sheet and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer.
- But then you promise to leave.
At his words, Eames turned scarlet.
Goren wasn't going to...
Yes, he was.
He lifted his pelvis, positioned Eames' legs on either side of his waist, and buried his face in her crotch.