Chapter 2

Emilia POV

My heart pounded loudly in my chest, my nerves screaming in shock and longing.

For someone who had wished for this for as long as I could remember, this was like a dream come true for me. But then again, this was wrong. He wasn’t in his right state of mind. What would he think of me if he were to get sober? Would he hate me for letting this happen?

“Jas please...” I still tried one more time to push him off me, but he wasn’t giving me a chance. His hand reached out, holding my neck firmly in place as he deepened the kiss, while his other hand slipped under my chest. And of course, that was the breaking point for me.

“Mhmm...” a loud moan tore out of my lips immediately, my eyes closing as I let myself savor the feeling of his lips. My body heated up instantly, the fire running straight to my core.

Hell, how long have I longed for this?

“You taste even sweeter now, Chicago,” he said suddenly amidst the kiss, and yet again, the guilt hit me hard—reminding me how much we shouldn’t be doing this.

Once again, I tried to push him off.

“Jas, please, you’re drunk... we shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, jabbing at him to let me go. But instead, his grip tightened even more as he broke the kiss to look at me in a way I knew the Jason I used to know would never look at me.

What’s that in his eyes... is that the drink? Or something else?

“Tssk, the moon goddess finally brought you back to me, and there’s no way I can let you go. Please don’t leave me again, Chicago.” He said, and then he claimed my lips again.

This time, I couldn’t bring myself to push him away. Maybe it was the way he begged. Maybe it was because I had longed for him so much.

The moment he deepened the kiss and his hand slid into my shirt, every ounce of restraint broke free. I reached out, wrapping my hands around his neck, pulling him closer as I kissed him back with everything in me.

Right now, I didn’t care if this was going to bring trouble tomorrow. I didn’t want to care. And if this was the moon goddess’s wish—wanting him to touch me—then I was going to savor it.

“Ohh God Jason...” I let out a loud moan amidst the kiss as his hand trailed further up my gown, brushing against my thighs, touching my already dripping core.

My senses lit up instantly when he shoved a finger inside.

“Ahhh—” I broke the kiss, gasping out loud in a mix of pain and pleasure, my pulse reeling, my heart racing as he began to move the finger in and out of me.

“Oh godddd Jason...” the moans tore out louder than I intended, before I could stop them. And it turned even worse when he slid down the top of my gown to cup my boobs. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, it was easy for him, and in that moment, I felt like I had just gone to seventh heaven.

“Gawd... Jason...” his fingers played with my nipples, pinching, touching, squeezing them, and my back arched with pleasure. My breath came out in short, broken pants as he finally brought his lips to suck on them.

I nearly ran mad in ecstasy.

Jesus Christ.

But he didn’t carry out the foreplay for long. After some time, he stopped touching, then stood up with me still in his arms. He carried me to the bed in the cottage and placed me down gently.

Then he stepped back, pulling off his trousers hastily, the hunger and lust so clear in his eyes as he stared at me.

I watched him too, my eyes trailing every part of him, noticing how much he had changed. He now looked more mature, more handsome, with his jaw sharper, his body taller and leaner, his arms lined with veins. His chest was broader, abs well-toned into a hard six-pack, and a snake tattoo crawled from his chest down to his right arm.

And gawd, the sight of it brought even more water to my core. A part of me was tempted to reach out, to touch it.

What the hell happened to him?

If he was hot before, now he looked hotter, darker, and there was something about him I couldn’t put into words. For some reason, he felt so different.

Especially with the piercing and tattoos. The Jason I knew never liked anything on his skin. So what changed? Did his stay in Atlantis affect him somehow?

So many questions filled my mind, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask. Not now. Not when he was staring at me like that. Not when I was blinded with ache and need.

Finally, he pushed his trousers down, his length hard and throbbing, precum glistening at the tip.

He soon joined me on the bed, and with one swift motion, he ripped off my dress. My body tensed, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation. Finally, after years of waiting and keeping myself, I was going to lose my virginity to my crush.

With one hard shove, he thrust into me. I gasped out loud, my body twitching painfully at the size, my grip tightening against the bed sheet. I bit down on my lips softly to stop myself from screaming.

Gawd, it hurt. I’d always known it would hurt, but damn... his size. It was almost like my insides were being ripped open.

“Ja...son...” I whimpered softly when I couldn’t bear the pain anymore.

“F**k, why are you so tight, Chicago...” he groaned as he tried to force himself in, not bothering to take it slow.

Oh... what was I expecting? I forgot he wasn’t seeing me right now. He was seeing Chicago, whoever that was. She was probably not a virgin, meaning they had done it a couple of times. He wasn’t expecting it to be tight.

“Jay... please, take it slow...” I couldn’t help but beg as he forcefully pushed himself into me. Tears burned from the corners of my eyes. But strangely, even with the pain, I didn’t want him to stop.

He paused suddenly, really looking at me. And for a moment, I thought I saw something flash in his eyes. I thought he was going to stop. I panicked because I didn’t want him to. But then it was gone, replaced by that lazy, drunken look.

He pushed himself in fully, and I felt my body stretch, adjusting slowly to his size. Then he began to move in and out of me.

His pace was rough, hard, desperate—but I didn’t mind. With every minute, my body got used to the size. Finally, the pain faded, replaced by sweet pleasure, and I couldn’t stop the moans from spilling out.

“Ahh yes, that’s it Jay... go harder, please!” I screamed, moaning as he pounded me deeper, his thrusts shaking up my womb.

“Oh gawd I love this...” I moaned louder as he went faster, deeper. My hand reached up to grab his hair, pulling him closer to me, while my other hand traced patterns across his back with my nails. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him even closer. His pace skyrocketed, and so did my moans, a mix of pleasure with the faintest hint of pain.

The pressure built inside me until finally, I came, my juices spilling over. But he didn’t stop. He kept pounding, and so did my screams kept breaking out of me in ecstasy.

Hell, I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. Whoever thought a daydream could turn into reality?