It is good to be back. Oh, London! It has been at least 3 years since I left. I missed the hustle and bustle, the sights and the sounds. I missed the people, especially, a certain Assassin. The Whitechapel train station was busy, as usual. I made the decision to linger around the station just to enjoy the moment. I was about to take my leave, an unannounced train arrived and the number, 1191. Why is that number familiar? There was also some familiarity with the name, The Great Eagle.
I was about to move towards the train when someone grabbed me from behind. “So, the rumours are true!” the man snarled. He brought me into the train. “Boss, we caught her,” the man said as we entered a private car. Another man, his face concealed under his cowl, chuckled and gave a sign for some privacy.
“So, you have returned…” the oh-so-familiar voice said. I went towards the man and wrapped my arms around him.
“J-Ja… Or should I address you as Sir Jacob Frye now?” I asked him, removing the cowl from his head. His gorgeous hazel eyes filled with tears as he gazed into my eyes.
“Just Jacob,” he said briefly, leaning in to kiss me. His lips tasted just like how I remembered. He undressed me and undid my hair, which fell down my naked back. I returned the favour by undressing the man as well. He stood before me proud and naked, as I leant against the bed. Crawling onto the bed, he towered over me. He was hungry and I knew it by the way he plunged himself inside me. I arched my back and my hands grabbed the sheets below me. His thrusting was slow at first, his mouth running over my neck hungrily. He then leant in forward against my chest, his warm breath over my skin aroused me even more. He extended my arms near my head where our fingers entwined. He held my hands as if he did not want to let them go. Judging from how he drove into me, I knew he hungered for the moment.
After a while, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he moaned louder. We were covered in sweat, making passionate love. “J-Jacob…” I moaned, unable to string proper words. His hands played a large role while all I could do was grab his buttocks, aiding him to plunge in deeper.
“You are so tight!” he growled, picking up his pace. The faster he got, the louder I moaned. Luckily for me, the train was noisy enough to conceal my loud moans. He told me he was reaching his peak. He continued driving into me until he released his warmth deep within my womb. “There you go!” he whispered, before collapsing beside me. The man was a panting mess.
I could feel his seeds oozing out of me, “You… released within me?” I asked but only got a grin in return. “Why?” I was not cross at him. All the time we’ve engaged within each other, he has never once released inside me but we meet for the first time in 3 years; he decides to release within.
“I did it as an assurance that you won’t leave me again and I want you to bear my child,” he said; carved on his face was a smile that could charm any woman. Resting my head against his shoulder, I played with his fine chest hair.
Was this man joking when he said he wanted me to bear his child? “Jacob, are you sure?” I asked, curious.
“I am ready to be the father of our child and to be the man to take care of you and our child,” he whispered, planting a kiss on my forehead. Those words made me smile and from the tone of his voice, he was sincere. The train stopped when he got up to grab the blanket and draped it over our bodies. His warm fingers caressing my skin reminded me of old times. The train started moving again. There I was about to fall asleep within his arms when the door swung opened.
“Jacob! I heard your beloved…” Evie paused when she saw me in her brother’s arms. “Oh, you two are… excuse me,” she said while clearing her throat and closed the door as she left.
Jacob laughed, bringing me closer to him, “Now, we can sleep…” he said.
I made a promise to myself that night within his warm embrace. I promised I won’t leave him again.