We are two weeks after the night of Simon and Isabella's first meeting. They are now officially a couple, but they haven't yet been alone in a more private place - you know what I mean. Isabella is hesitant to take this important step for fear of embarrassing herself because she is still a virgin and has no idea about such things.

She knows Simon won't have a problem with it, but still. So, she decides to talk to her brother Jace, who is a big ladies man and has a lot of experience in that area.

You know, just to get the lay of the land. Actually, she would much rather have this conversation with her other brother, Alexander, who is more reasonable than Jace, but he's gay and has no idea about women in that sense.

Jace is lying on the sofa in the hotel suite they are temporarily staying in, looking at TV.

Isabella walks up and sits down next to him.

Isabella: Hey, pretty boy!

Jace: What's up, Beautiful?

Isabella: Not much. What are you watching?

Jace: You will not believe this, but I'm watching a documentary on lemur mating.

Isabella bursts out laughing.

Isabella: Is that interesting?

Jace: Look at my face. What do you see?

Isabella: That you are bored out of your mind.

Jace: Exactly! These creatures are really cute, but their sex lives suck.

Isabella laughs even harder.

Isabella: Not everyone has the same multi-faceted sex life as you.

Jace: You can say that again!

Isabella: That's exactly what I need from you.

Jace looks at his sister a little startled.

Jace: Izzy, I... You are gorgeous, but I... I know I'm not your real brother, but I can't... I mean, we grew up together, I could never... you know!

Isabella: What? Did you make that up, you pervert? Ew! I don't mean it like that. I don't want to have sex with you. For God's sake!

Jace exhales in relief.

Jace: Thank God!

Isabella: Really, Jace, how could you even think that?

Jace: You know. You are a woman and I'm me, so...

Isabella rolls her eyes.

Isabella: Get off your high horse and try being serious for once in your life. I want your opinion on something.

Jace: Okay, I'll try, but why don't you talk to Alex? He's much better than me when it comes to serious discussions.

Isabella: I know that, but what I want to know relates to something Alex knows nothing about, while you are an expert.

Jace: Now I'm really curious. What is it about?

Isabella: How does an experienced man feel about having sex with a virgin woman? Is there a possibility that he's turned off because of the woman's inexperience?

Jace: Why do you want to know?

Isabella: I don't. A friend of mine has this problem and asked me for advice and I told her I would ask my brother.

Jace: Who is this friend of yours? Do I know her?

Isabella: No, you don't. I met her at the gym.

Jace: I see.

Isabella: Are you going to tell me?

Jace: Well, if the man loves the woman, there's absolutely no problem. Quite the opposite. We men love to touch things that no one else has ever touched. How can I explain this? It's as if a woman's body is a pathless territory waiting to be conquered, and men are conquerors by nature. We like to be the first to raise the flag.

Isabella: Okay. I get that, but since the woman doesn't know anything, will not it be boring or something? For the man, I mean.

Jace: Boring? No. No. Nothing like that. If the woman is willing to learn, the man will be excited to teach her, to guide her.

Isabella: And what if she's shy and a little embarrassed?

Jace: In sex, Beautiful, there is no shame, but if the woman is naturally shy, it is the man's job to make her feel comfortable and forget her shame.

Isabella hugs her brother and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

Isabella: Thank you, Jace. You have helped me a lot - my friend, I mean. You have helped my friend.

Jace: I'm always here for you, Beautiful. At your friend's service, I mean.

Isabella stands up.

Isabella: I'll call her.

Jace: Izzy, wait!

Isabella: What is it?

Jace: Tell your friend not to do anything unless she really wants to. If her man is worthy, he will wait.

Isabella: Don't worry about it, pretty boy. She knows exactly what she wants. Bye!

Jace: Bye, Beautiful.

Isabella leaves the room and Jace picks up the phone and calls Alexander.

Alexander: Hey, bro!

Jace: Alex, code red! Code Red!

Alexander: What happened?

Jace: Izzy has a boyfriend!

Alexander: You fucking asshole! Is that it? You scared the shit out of me because Izzy has a boyfriend? Are you out of your fucking mind? I thought you were gonna die or something! Moron!

Jace: Excuse me, but do you think this is not serious?

Alexander: Of course, it's not serious, dumbass. It's perfectly normal.

Jace: But she's going to have sex with him.

Alexander: So what?

Jace: So what? Is that all you have to say?

Alexander: What else?

Jace: What kind of brother are you anyway? Don't you care what our little sister does and with whom?

Alexander: Of course, I do, Jace, but I also trust Izzy. If she's decided to do this, I'm sure she's thought about it and that the man she's chosen is great and worthy.

Jace: But she's so young, so fragile. She's our little sister, Alex. Our little Isabella, remember? I remember her sneaking into my bed at night because she was afraid of the thunder.

Alexander: And she used to sneak into my bed because she was afraid of the shadows at the window, but she was five years old, Jace. Now she's 23 and she needs experiences. She doesn't need her big brothers anymore.

Jace: I don't like it.

Alexander: I don't either, but you are going to have to come to terms with it, just like I did.

Jace: Crap!

At that moment, Matt, Alexander's boyfriend, takes the phone.

Matt: Hey, Perverted!

Jace: Hey, Sweetheart!

Matt: Get off your ass and come to my place.

Jace: Will you comfort me?

Matt: I will.

Jace: With tenderness and caresses?

Matt: You could say that. I'll definitely use my hands.

Jace: You know how to turn me on, Sweetheart. I'll be there in ten minutes.

Over the next few days, Isabella decided to introduce Simon to her brothers and despite her fears that something might go wrong, the meeting was a complete success.

Jace, Alexander and Matt really liked Simon and he was delighted with them. They became instant friends. For Isabella, it was another sign, the final piece of the puzzle, that Simon really was the one, so she finally took the plunge.

She arranged a first visit to Simon's house and spent the night there. She had a hard time convincing Jace of this, but with the help and support of Alexander and Matt, she finally prevailed. Not that anyone could have stopped her. She was determined.

But we have talked enough about Isabella, haven't we? Now let us see what's going on with Simon. What's he thinking? How exactly is he feeling? Is he as excited as she is?

He's sitting on the couch, on the verge of panic. In less than three hours, Isabella will be there, at his house for the first time, and most importantly, she'll spend the whole damn night with him.

Simon never thought he'd be in this situation.

All these years, all the women that had passed through his life and his bed... So many women and yet none of them were like her.

Isabella. His Isabella. She's so beautiful, so sweet, so pure. So pure. That's the problem for Simon. Her purity.

All the women he's met so far have been off the street, have been experienced and Simon knew very well how to handle them, but she's different and he has no idea what to do.

As long as they have been together, he's fully respected her. Lots of kisses and some superficial displays of affection. He's never pushed her for anything more. Though the fact that she's still a virgin turns him on so damn much.

Many times, he had to fight with himself to suppress the urge to put her down and-you know-but he'd never do that. Not with her. He couldn't forgive himself after that.

But now it's finally time to make her his own, to take this castle. But he has no idea what to do. Not as to the practical part. He has the knowledge to do it. His problem is the beginning, how to approach her. Should he make the first move or leave it up to her?

For God's sake! Why is something so beautiful so damn complicated?

Because otherwise it would be boring!

Simon stands up and rubs his face.

Simon: Come on, you idiot, get a grip! You are the Dragon, for fuck's sake! You have got it in the palm of your hand!

He starts running around, cleaning up the apartment and getting rid of every trace of his old life.

By the time he's done, he's made the bed, put on a new set of black and white satin sheets, and lit lots of scented candles to create the ideal atmosphere.

He stands in the middle, looking at the apartment and shaking his head appreciatively.

Simon: Good for you, Dragon. Izzy's going to love this.

He glances at his watch.

Simon: Damn it! I have got to get a move on! She'll be here in twenty minutes.

He runs to the bathroom, undresses and gets in the shower. Ten minutes later he is standing naked in front of his wardrobe, thinking about what to wear.

Simon: Let us see. Regular clothes or underwear and a robe?

Because the robe would be sexy but also too revealing, Simon decides on a pair of black jeans and a green wool sweater, the exact same outfit Isabella was wearing when he opened the door after hearing the doorbell ring.

When they see each other, they burst out laughing.

Isabella: Good evening, Handsome. Nice outfit!

Simon: Likewise, Beautiful. Come in.

Isabella crosses the threshold.

Isabella: Don't call me Beautiful. At least not today.

Simon: Why, baby?

Isabella: Because that's what Jace calls me and I want to kill him today and dump his body in the ocean.

Simon laughs as he hugs her waist from behind and kisses her neck. She runs her hand through his hair.

Isabella: Don't laugh. I am really serious about this. I hate him right now. Ugh!

Simon: Okay. I'm sorry. Tell me what he did to you and maybe I'll help you with the body.

Isabella: He didn't want me to come here. We had a big fight. I threw a lamp at him, but I missed, damn it! The idiot dodged at the last moment.

Simon can barely stifle another laugh.

Simon: And how did you manage to get out of it?

Isabella: Matt grabbed him and locked him in the bathroom and I left with Alex's blessing. I'm sure he'll have a terrible night with Jace. The idiot is going to rattle his cage.

Simon: Jace is only worried about you because he loves you very much.

Isabella: I know that and I love him too. I love him just as much as I love Alex, who is my blood brother, but he can't treat me like a little girl. I am a grown woman and I know what I am doing and what I want.

Simon: Is that so?

Isabella: Yes.

Simon: Then tell me, you grown woman, what do you want?

Isabella turns around and puts her hand on the back of his neck.

Isabella: I want you and only you.

Simon: Isabella...

After the kiss, still in his arms, Isabella...

Isabella: Are you showing me around?

Simon: Of course, baby. Come with me.

Simon takes her hand and begins to show her around the house. First the living room, then the big balcony with the beautiful view, the kitchen and the bathroom. And now the bedroom. As Isabella enters, she opens her mouth in surprise.

Isabella: Wow! That's a lot of candles! Did you do all this for me?

Simon: Who else, baby? Everything I do, I do it for you, as the song says.

Isabella: Oh, Simon!

Simon: Do you like it?

Isabella: Are you kidding? I love it.

Isabella bounces between the candles, approaches the bed, and jumps onto the soft mattress. She touches the shiny fabric of the sheet.

Isabella: It's magical! It's like a dream.

She rolls on the huge bed laughing and Simon, leaning against the door frame, admires her with a wide smile. She stops rolling, props herself up on her elbows, lifts her head and looks at him.

Isabella: Are you coming or not?

Simon: Yes, but don't you want a drink first?

Isabella: No, Simon. I'm not thirsty. At least not for a drink. Come here.

Simon approaches the bed and lies down next to her. They both turn on their sides and look at each other.

Simon: Let your hair down.

She pulls on the elastic and her heavy hair falls to her shoulders. Simon runs his hand through and pushes a strand behind her ear.

Simon: I want to ask you something and I want you to tell me the truth, okay?

Isabella: Okay.

Simon: You are here of your own free will, aren't you? I mean, you are not forcing yourself to do something that you don't really want to do, are you?

Isabella: Do I look like a woman who's doing something she doesn't want to do?

Simon: No. Not really, but I want to be sure.

Isabella: You can be sure, Simon. Put those stupid thoughts out of your head.

He drops onto his back and she lies down on his chest.

Isabella: I want you, Simon. You are the only man I have ever desired. The only question is whether you want me.

Simon: I have never wanted anything in my life as much as I want you.

Isabella: Then what are you waiting for? Make me yours.

The kiss that comes after is different from the others. It contains the same dose of love, but it has something else. It has the promise of more and takes their breath away.

Isabella: You have never kissed me like that before.

Simon: I'm going to do a lot of things I have never done with you before.

Isabella: Like what?

Simon: Like this, for example.

He begins to take off her clothes, one by one, caressing and kissing her body, which trembles under his touch.

Simon: Undress me.

He throws his arms up and she slips the sweater over his head. The smell of his body rises to her nose and she inhales deeply.

Isabella: I love the smell of your body. You smell like the wood in the fireplace. Burning wood. Like the dragon in my dream.

Simon remains silent, listening to these words.

Isabella: What is it? What's the matter?

He frames her cheeks and forces her to look at him.

Simon: It's all right, baby. Everything is perfect. You are perfect. So perfect...

He gently nudges her, laying her on her back and climbing on top of her. He leans his head against hers. He kisses her with passion. His tongue is dancing in her mouth now, while his hands don't stop working.

He strips off his pants and briefs, freeing her of her lingerie. She follows his lead and does exactly as he says.

Simon: Open your legs for me, baby.

She spreads her legs and he slides between them, but as the tip of his hard cock presses against her opening, her body tenses.

Simon: Hey! Hey! Calm down, baby. You don't have to be nervous. It's just me, baby. Simon. Your Simon.

Isabella: I'm sorry, Simon. I just...

Simon: Don't be sorry, my soul. You don't have to with me.

Isabella: Talk to me. Your voice relaxes me.

He leans into her ear and begins to whisper. He feels her body relax immediately and then the open road is before him. He begins to slide into her, slowly, steadily, gently. Her wetness helps him along. A few minutes later, he reaches the point of no return. The tip of his cock touches the thin hymen of her virginity.

Isabella: Simon...

Simon: Yes, baby. I know it.

Isabella: Tell me what you want me to do.

Simon: Nothing, except trust me.

Isabella: I trust you.

Simon: Do you love me?

Isabella: I do.

Simon: Say it.

Isabella: I love you.

Simon: One more time. Louder.

Isabella: I LOVE YOU.

Simon: Scream it now. Take a deep breath and shout that you love me.

Isabella: I LOVE YOU.

He grabs her hand, intertwines their fingers and as she takes a deep breath and screams, he blasts her virginity with a hard thrust.

Simon: I love you too, Isabella.

The pain for Isabella lasted no more than a few seconds and then she felt lighter. Lighter and finally free. Simon stays very still to give her body time to adjust to the new reality.

Isabella: And now what?

Simon: Are you in any pain?

Isabella: No.

Simon: Then let me show you what love really means.

A moan of pleasure escapes her lips as Simon begins to slowly move back and forth. Her heart leaps in her chest as lust spreads across her skin and through her veins.

Isabella: Oh, Simon. That feels so good!

Her chest heaves. Every neuron in her body fires with sensory overload. His well-toned body glistens with sweat and the veins in his arms stand out with every tightening of his muscles. His hips rest on hers, flooding her insides with a warm sensation as shivers spread up her spine. He pulses inside her, bringing the orgasm closer for them both.

Isabella: I'm going to... Jesus!

Simon: Yeah, baby. Me too. I'll be right there, too. Oh!

With a synchronized cry, they let the pleasure of climax engulf them. Simon collapses on top of her and she hugs him, both trying to catch their breath. A few minutes later he lifts his head and looks at her smiling as she runs her hands through his hair.

Simon: You are mine now. Do you have any regrets?

Isabella: I have some regrets.

Simon: For what?

Isabella: For not doing this before, from the moment I knew you were the man of my life, the man I was looking for, my king.

Simon takes her hand and intertwines his fingers with hers.

Simon: I love you. I have loved you since the first moment I saw you.

Isabella: I love you too, Simon, and I want to thank you for this wonderful first time.

Simon: Is this how you imagined it?

Isabella: No. It's a thousand times better.

Simon: I didn't hurt you very much, did I?

Isabella: The only thing I will not remember is the pain. It was minimal and only lasted for such a short time. It seems like you knew what you were doing. Have you done this many times before?

Simon: Let us not talk about it now, baby.

Isabella: Bad timing, huh?

Simon: Absolutely!

Isabella: Sorry!

They look at each other and burst out laughing.

Simon: Come on, Miss Curiosity. Let us take a shower, because you have work to do after this.

Isabella: What kind of work?

Simon: Changing the sheets.

Isabella: And what about you, mister?

Simon: I'm going to cook something just for us. Aren't you hungry?

Isabella: Honestly, I'm starving.

Simon: See? Come on, come on, move it!

Isabella: I will if you get off me.

Simon: You are right. Sorry. I guess I forgot because it's so nice up here.

After the shower, during which Isabella laughed her head off at Simon's teasing, she changed the sheets while he cooked, and then they ate together, naked, cuddling on the couch. And not only that. Time passes quickly and soon Isabella is yawning.

Simon: My girl is getting tired?

Isabella: Mmh... Time flies when I am with you.

Simon: Did you have a nice evening?

Isabella: Everything was perfect. You are perfect.

Simon: So, you enjoyed being with me, didn't you?

Isabella: Of course, Simon, but what's your point?

Simon: Come and live with me. Leave the hotel and move here. I know my place is not nearly as luxurious as your suite, but...

Isabella: Don't go on, Simon. I'm going to do it. Tomorrow, if possible. There's nothing I'd rather do than live with you and have all this every day.

Simon: Are you really serious?

Isabella: Yes.

A surprised laugh escapes her mouth as he lifts her up and whirls her around in the middle of the room, screaming with joy.

Simon: Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm so fucking happy now! You make me so fucking happy!

Isabella: Put me down, crazy man! I'm getting dizzy!

Simon: Never again, baby. I'll hold you in my arms forever!

Isabella: I'll never walk again?

Simon: Never!

Isabella: Oh, God! What have I gotten myself into?

They laugh and scream and dance, and most of all, they look forward to the new life ahead of them.