After a few minutes, I returned to the kitchen to check on the soup, the comforting aroma filling the air. Once it was cooked to perfection, I ladled some into a bowl and set it on the table, determined to wake Lukas up and get him to eat something.
I walked back to the living room, gently shaking his shoulder. "Lukas, wake up. I made you some soup," I said softly, hoping to coax him back to consciousness.
But as I leaned closer, he suddenly grabbed my wrist, pulling me down with surprising strength. I landed on the sofa beside him, startled, and before I could react, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine.
The kiss was unexpected. My mind raced as I processed what was happening. His mouth was warm and insistent, and for a moment, I was caught off guard, my thoughts swirling in a mess.
"Lukas!" I managed to gasp, trying to push him away, but he held me firmly in place, his eyes half-closed.
"Stella…" he murmured sweetly against my lips, his voice a soft caress that sent shivers down my spine. I didn't know why, but the sweetness of his kiss made tears spill from my eyes.
Lukas, who was completely sober, immediately pulled back, concern etched across his features as he cupped my face in his hands. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you?" He gently wiped away my tears with his thumb. "Next time, just punch me if I scare you again, hmmm?"
But I was already sobbing, the weight of my emotions crashing down on me. "I-I-it's not t-that… I still… want to be… w-with you…" I covered my face, afraid of what I might hear next, terrified of his rejection.
To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around me tightly, pulling me close as if he could shield me from my fears. "I love you," he whispered in my ear, his voice low and sincere.
I froze, my heart racing. I had braced myself for the worst, but I never expected to hear him confess his feelings for me. I looked up at him, speechless, my mind racing as I tried to process his words.
Sensing my hesitation, Lukas continued, his voice steady. "That time… I was only thinking of your happiness. I was scared that if you knew there was a medicine to remove the mark, you'd leave me. So I'm asking you one last time. Would you still stay with me?"
A laugh escaped my lips, a mix of disbelief and joy. I leaned in and kissed him again, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, but he pulled away, his gaze searching mine.
"Answer me," he insisted, his expression serious.
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, Lukas. I want to stay with you. I want to be with you, no matter what."
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His face broke into a relieved smile, and he kissed her again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more passionate. We began removing our clothes off in a frenzy. Our bodies pressed together, skin against skin, as we explored each other with a hunger that had been building for weeks.
His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, tracing the curve of her hips. She moaned as he slid a finger inside her, feeling her wetness. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the length of his dick against her.
He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her warmth, her tightness. He moved inside her, each thrust harder, deeper than the last. Stella met him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet his.
Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time, a dance that was both primal and beautiful. The sofa creaked beneath them, groaning in protest as they rocked it back and forth.
She felt herself on the brink, her body tensing, her breath hitching. She cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around his dick. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his own climax.
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He won't stop claiming me and only stopped when I fell asleep. He carried me to his room and we fell asleep there, his arms wrapped tightly around me.
The next morning, I was stirred awake by the gentle brush of his lips against mine. "Good morning, Stella," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.
"Good morn—ah…" I began to respond, but a sudden ache in my pussy made me flinch.
Before I could process what was happening, he pulled back the blanket, his hands spreading apart my legs as he examined my pussy with a focused intensity.
I blushed, instinctively trying to close my legs. "Wha—What are you doing?! Stop it!" I exclaimed, embarrassment flooding my cheeks.
"Stop moving," he instructed, his tone firm yet gentle. "Fortunately, it seems a little swollen. Sorry, I should call the doctor for some medicine."
"W-Wait stop!" I quickly pulled him back, wrapping my arms around him in a desperate hug. "T-There's no need to call the doctor." The thought of seeing him give me an annoying grin makes me cringe.
Lukas paused, his gaze fixed on me with a hint of curiosity. "Why do you seem to be afraid of the doctor?"
I immediately shook my head, my voice firm. "No." But internally, I was conflicted. 'I'm not afraid of him; I'm just annoyed at him,' I thought, recalling the doctor's incessant comments and teasing.
Lukas continued, a smile playing on his lips. "He just has a foul mouth and an annoying smile, but I owe him a lot."
Curiosity piqued, I asked, "How did you meet him anyway?"
Lukas leaned back slightly, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "I met him when I was in high school. That's how I found out he was also my cousin from my mother's side. Now we regard each other as friends."
Cousin? Really? I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise. The two of them were completely opposite in terms of their attitudes. While Lukas exuded a certain charm mixed with intensity, his cousin seemed to have a more abrasive demeanor.
"Don't look at me like that," Lukas said, catching my expression. "He's more ruthless than I am."
I couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Really? I find that hard to believe." Just as I was about to say more, I gasped, shifting slightly and feeling a twinge of discomfort in my pussy.
"Wait here," he said, his expression shifting to one of concern as he stood up and left the room.
Moments later, he returned, holding an ice pack. "Here, let me help," he said gently, kneeling beside me. He carefully dabbled the cold pack against my sore area, his touch surprisingly tender.
I felt a shiver run through me—not just from the cold, but from the way he was focused solely on me, his brow furrowed in concentration. "How does that feel?" he asked, glancing up to meet my eyes.
"Better, actually," I admitted, feeling the coolness soothe the ache. "Thank you."
As he continued to apply the ice pack, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in his presence.
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Days passed, and it was finally time for my monthly check-up. Lukas insisted that I see the family doctor, but I was determined to avoid Max at all costs. I didn't want to deal with his annoying antics, so I opted for a different hospital.
However, fate had other plans. When it was finally my turn to go into the doctor's office, I was dismayed to find that Max was the one who would be checking on me.
"Stella!" he greeted me with that infuriatingly cheerful tone, glancing at his calendar as if he hadn't seen me in ages.
"Doctor…" I mumbled, trying to suppress my irritation.
"Why the long face? Don't worry, I won't annoy you today. So sit," he said, gesturing to the chair.
I reluctantly sat down, crossing my arms. "I'm here for my monthly check-up, and I'm hoping to find out when my next heat will be so that I can come prepared."
Max nodded, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he scanned his computer. "Uh-huh. Considering how you stopped using inhibitors, your heat period will likely have balanced by then, and it will come every five months. Other than that, your overall health seems to be perfect."
I nodded, relieved that the check-up was quick and that he was being somewhat professional. "Thanks, doc."
Just as I was getting up to leave, he spoke again, his tone shifting to something more teasing. "By the way, considering how blooming you are today, the two of you must be having sex frequently."
I froze, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. I took it back—he was definitely unprofessional! That mouth of his really had no filter!
When I glared at him, he wore that same annoying grin, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "What? Just making an observation," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Can you not?" I shot back, trying to regain my composure. "This is a medical appointment, not a gossip session."
As I turned to leave, Max called out after me, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. "When will the two of you plan to have a child? I'm already excited to have a niece or nephew playing in my office!"
I felt my face heat up at his words, a mix of embarrassment and irritation bubbling inside me. Ignoring him completely, I slammed the door shut behind me, the sound echoing in the hallway.