System's POV

Chapter 1403: An Impossible Dream

"Hah... Mmh..."

The sound of soft kisses echoed throughout the roof as the young man captured Stella’s lips with his own, his hands wandering all over her lean, toned body.

His touch left a trail of flames in its wake, igniting the desire that lay dormant in her body.

Every inch of her was touched, caressed, and played without mercy. The only form of resistance she could muster came in the form of gasps, moans, and deep breaths, but they did nothing to stop his lips and hand roaming to her precious places.

Beads of sweat formed on her body, glistening from the faint moonlight that shone on her from the window.

Stella squirmed as Zion’s touch intentionally slowed in her sensitive areas, making her heart beat even faster. It was like the young man was trying to learn more about her using his lips and fingertips.

He was prying every hidden secret, eliciting pleasure-filled sounds out of her lips.

Stella found herself helplessly lost in these pleasurable sensations, making her lose control of her body.

His lingering kisses, whispers of love, and loving caress made the world outside the room feel impossibly far away.

Stella subconsciously gripped the bedsheets firmly, as if using it as an anchor to ensure she wouldn’t be carried away by the waves washing over her body.

Her chest rose and fell, prompting Zion to pay attention to them. He nipped on the buds that he had grown to love, making Stella arch her back.

After giving them their undivided attention for a minute or two, he drew back and looked at her from above.

Stella looked up to him and met his gaze.

The first thought that came to her mind was that this gaze wasn’t anything like Zion normally gave her.

’How can his eyes be so sexy?’ Stella thought, feeling lost in those green eyes that seemed to see through her very soul.

And that gaze was enough to tell her what was about to come next.

Zion didn’t say a single word. He wordlessly positioned himself in front of her and spread her legs to the side, about to break that final wall of resistance.

Stella flinched when something hot touched the part she had been protecting for the past eighteen years of her life.

And today, that place would be conquered by the young man, whose gaze made her nod as if to give him permission to make her his possession.

With a single thrust of his hip, Zion took her innocence.

The pain that Stella felt in that brief moment made her feel as if she had awakened to a new world that belonged only to her.

The colors that she had lost melded with her world of black and white, infusing them with colors once more.

And in that instance, she saw it.

A single, golden thread that fluttered in the air.

She momentarily forgot her pain while looking at that thread that shone vividly within her world that had regained its color.

Her gaze followed where the golden thread led to, and saw it tied on Zion’s pinky finger.

After learning where the other end was connected, she followed the thread once more and saw it fluttering toward her hand.

As if realizing something, Stella raised her own hand. She watched as the fluttering golden thread moved toward her index finger and tied itself into a knot, connecting her to him.

She looked at her finger for a few more seconds before someone reached out to intertwine his hands with hers.

One thread, two hearts, two destinies intertwined.

Stella’s breath trembled, not from fear, but from the overwhelming rush of feeling. It was new, intense, and impossible to name.

The room seemed warmer, the moonlight gentler, as though even the night understood this was a moment to be handled with care.

Zion leaned down, moved her hand towards his lips, kissing her finger where the golden thread was connected.

A promise had been made.

Or perhaps, a promise had been fulfilled.

A few more kisses followed, unhurried and tender. It was nothing like the fevered ones before.

It carried reassurance, a silent promise that she wasn’t alone in the storm of emotions rising within her.

"Zion... I," Stella tried to talk, but the emotions that she felt made her unable to continue what she wanted to say.

The message she wanted to relay to him.

Thirteen smiled and reluctantly let go of her hand. He then lowered his head to kiss her lips.

A moment later, he moved his hips, reminding her of the intimate act that they had briefly forgotten.

The bed creaked, Stella gasped, and the flow of time returned to normal.

The passion shared between them grew in intensity, until they finally reached their limit.

The first one to shudder was Zion, and Stella came next.

The heat that passed between them made her think that her womb might melt due to how hot it was.

The release was strong, unstoppable, and seemingly unending.

But everything had a beginning and an end.

As the waves of pleasure finally subsided, Stella found herself panting for breath.

She reached out to hold him, to pull him close, wanting to feel his heart beating next to hers.

Zion complied and hugged her tightly, their bodies still connected.

She knew that this was just a dream, for it was impossible to be reality.

Perhaps the pain she felt earlier was just something that her imagination had vividly recreated as if to match this moment.

If Zion were to really make love to her inside her villa, her father would have stabbed him with a kitchen knife, filling his body with holes.

A giggle escaped her lips, finding the scene in her imagination quite funny.

"I think I love you, Zion," Stella said before kissing his lips not once, not twice, but thrice. "I don’t know how I fell in love with you, but I just did. How about you, do you love me?"

This was only a dream, and since it was a dream, there was no problem if she hoped for something, right?

Zion planted a kiss on her head, and whispered something in her ear.

Stella’s eyes widened in shock, and tears formed at the corner of her eye.

Even if it was a lie.

Even if it was just a dream.

She hugged him tightly as if she never wanted the dream to end.

Zion hugged her back and made love to her a second time, making sure that this would be an unforgettable memory for both of them.

When morning finally came, Stella opened her eyes.

The dream had ended....

Or should have ended.

But lying next to her was Zion.

He was naked.

She was naked.

And the evidence of the dream that she experienced... was present in her current reality.