Chapter 183 Being Forceful
"Look at me!"
Imryll asked calmly after she took a deep breath, "Tell me, do you like her?" But then added helplessly, "Do you love her?"
Jackson looked at her with a complicated gaze and said, "Yes..."
Imryll's small fists tightened before she relaxed. She removed her hands from his chest and turned away, tears fell from her eyes but she didn't make a sound.
"Imryll..." Jackson called out but was interrupted.
"Seems like..."
"Seems like a lot happened between you two while I was away on a family mission..." Imryll's voice was full of pain.
Jackson approached her and embraced her from behind, "My love for you is more than my love for her..."
"Then if I tell you to leave her, will you leave her?"
"They have my family as hostages."
"What if they didn't?"
"..."
Seeing that there was no answer, a silent laugh escaped from her mouth.
She removed his hands from her waist and approached the door when suddenly she stopped.
Jackson held her arms and didn't let go of it.
"Let go..." Imryll faintly said.
"Please don't go..." Jackson pleaded with a heavy voice.
Imryll took a deep breath, "Jackson, I thank you for being honest with me, now please release my hand."
"... No!" Jackson hesitated for a moment before he strongly replied.
"Tell me, would you accept me after I said that I slept with another man?"
Jackson was taken aback but he still replied, "No..."
Imryll laughed ironically, "Still honest, that's what I liked the most about you, yet it has come to this..."
Imryll shook her arm, struggling to get away from his grasp.
Seeing her that she was trying to get away from him, he pulled her into his embrace.
"Scoundrel! Leave me!" Tears emerged out of her eyes but there was little resistance to the struggle she was displaying.
"Even though I love her, you still can't expect me to hand you over to another man, could you?"
"You are mine!" Jackson embraced her as he sealed her lips.
Imryll closed her eyes and turned frail and dizzy from the deep kiss he planted on her rosy lips. Her resistance was no more as she melted in his embrace.
Her eyelids twitched from the pleasure she was experiencing.
"This is my first kiss..." Jackson's uttered sightly after seeing her rosy cheeks blush heavily.
In reality, he had already ravaged Katrine and tasted every part of her being, but as a side-effect of the aphrodisiac, he only remembered entering her other than experiencing extreme bliss.
Imryll came out of her reverie and opened her eyes. She looked at him with a mix of fondness and complicated feelings, "I really am unlucky to be your woman..."
Jackson's face lit up from her statement. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
Imryll's leg turned to jelly. All she could do was embrace him and protest shyly, "No, don't."
Ignoring her protests, he placed her gently onto the bed.
"No, my family will find out!" Realising the seriousness of the situation, she closed her eyes and blurted out as she put up her last line of defense.
Jackson looked at her and held her chin up prompting her to slightly open her eyes, "They won't find out because they'll only know that you've been kidnapped sometime later."
"You..."
Jackson sealed her lips with his own, causing her to be not able to speak.
A few moments passed before she started getting entirely different vibes from her lower body.
Feeling scared and unsure, she started trembling all over the place.
Jackson noticed it and quickly stopped what he was doing.
He cared for her, wanted to protect her and loved her but most importantly, he didn't want for her to leave him.
Her act of leaving invoked him to impose on her hastily afraid that she might leave him forever.
Looking at her slightly trembling body yet not resisting, he turned incredibly sad. He felt like punching himself in the face.
He caressed her cheeks for a few seconds, prompting her to open her eyes.
"Imryll, I'm sorry..." Jackson uttered faintly.
"I'll listen to you. When I'm strong enough, I'll one day approach your family to ask your hand in marriage."
Hearing his words, Imryll was taken aback but her muscles relaxed and she felt fuzzy in her heart.
"You won't leave me right?" Jackson worriedly asked.
"Scoundrel! You already stole my first kiss! Do I look like such a woman to you?" Imryll angrily protested but her anger was completely fake.
A smile lit upon his face as he said, "My Imryll is the most virtuous woman I've ever met."
"And you're the shameless man I've ever met!" Imryll pouted angrily.
Jackson's expression froze, he then returned to his senses, "Why you!" He pulled her cheeks in different directions.
Imryll burst out laughing and tried to get him off of her but suddenly she froze, feeling a stick of hardness hitting above her stomach.
Jackson's face twitched as he automatically removed himself from her.
The atmosphere turned silent leading into one awkward situation.
"Does it hurt?" A meek voice was heard in the soundless room.
Jackson turned to look at her face and turned speechless at her blushing expression.
Looking at his expression, she immediately tried to explain, "It's not like that... I read it in a book..." She then immediately shut her mouth and her expression turned awry from shame. She wanted to go hide herself in a hole.
Jackson looked at her as he found her even more desirable. His lips turned dry as he felt the heat rising upon his lower body. He wanted to stop himself and but suddenly found himself saying, "It hurts..."
Imryll looked at his face and the place that was towering. She steeled herself and slowly approached him.
Kneeling before him on the bed, she raised her hands and tried to touch that thing which caused a bulge in his pants.
She almost reached it but retrieved back her hand and turned her face away from shame.
Looking at that, Jackson dryly laughed, "It's fine Imryll, don't push yourself too hard. If you leave it alone for some time, it'll eventua... eh..." He felt her touch down there causing him to freeze momentarily.
"You sure you want to do this?" He asked as he gulped because he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back anymore.
Imryll nodded with a determined expression albeit, a little shy.
She grasped it and...