8.1 Allurement

A week later you're released from the hospital. To everyone's surprise your body, along with your damaged eye, have begun healing remarkably quickly. Doctor Underwood does his best to underplay this medical marvel. Simply dismissing it as the result of your age combined with good genes. Regardless, you soon find yourself back home. It's a rather surreal feeling after the entire ordeal you've been through. Setting aside the unnecessary crutches the Doctor provided you with, you take another step inside. The small apartment suddenly feels strange and foreign. Weeks old mail still sits on the counter where you last left it, providing some sense of familiarity. Exhaling softly, you tentatively reach out towards it when a sudden noise at your door draws your attention away. Quickly turning, you watch anxiously as the knob turns and the door is pushed open. Your breath quickly exhales as moments later the source is revealed.

"What are you doing here?" You question as the figure steps inside.

"I heard you were released." Luke states, his broad face looking uncharacteristically weary. "That's kind of soon, isn't it?"

"I'm just doing what the Doctors told me." You mumble, trying to nonchalantly reach for your crutches. "You didn't answer my question."

"You're my fiancé." He retorts in a mix of hurt and annoyance. "I wanted to make sure you're okay."

"About that." You begin hesitantly after slipping into the crutches.

"Lill" Luke moves towards you before stopping suddenly. "What is that?"

You shirk back as he reaches for the side of your neck. Absentmindedly, you reach a hand up to where his gaze has fallen. You can't help wincing when your fingertips land on tender skin.

"It's nothing." You quickly state dismissively, pulling the collar of your shirt up higher. "It's from the accident."

"I don't remember seeing it before." He counters, taking another step forward. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes."You insist empathically, though when you move to step away again you find yourself against a wall.

The man reaches a hand forward, his coarse fingertips brushing against your cheek. Looking away quickly, you try reminding yourself of his previous actions. Unfortunately, as his hand continues running down your chin and along your neck, you become increasingly disoriented. It's hard to tell if you feel sick or tired. Either way, you're unable to stop yourself from slumping forward. Luke's strong arms quickly catch you and hold you steady.

"Let's get you to bed." He states brusquely, placing an arm around supportively.

Unable to protest, you allow the man to help guide you to the next room. At first glance it's also just as you left it. That is until you move past the dresser. A jewelry box that you don't often have out is sitting prominently in the center of the dresser top. Before you can fully register this, Luke lowers you to the bed. Looking over at the man, you quickly forget your previous thoughts. To your surprise a deep blush quickly spreads over your face. Swallowing nervously, you quickly look away from him as unexpected warmth moves through your lower half. Biting the inside of your cheek, you try ignoring the feeling as the man runs a cool hand over your warm brow. As he moves you catch a whiff of scent. It's the essence of the outdoors mixed with tobacco, cologne, and sweat. You imagine he tastes rich and earthy. As he leans down closer towards you, you find yourself unable to resist. Sitting up straighter, your tongue flicks out, running across the edge of his rough jaw before he quickly pull back. His brow furrows in confusion as he looks down at you.

"Lill." He breathes out, almost in relief.

Before you can react, the man moves forward. You startle visibly when his warm lips press against your own. Glancing around you find yourself with nowhere to retreat. More so, to your surprise with little desire to retreat. Moaning softly, you reflexively lean into his touch. It somehow seems to temporarily placate the aching within. Suddenly unable to control yourself, you fling our arms around the man's shoulders, pulling him closer. Your breath grows ragged as your lust increases. Your hands frantically slide down his chest and move towards the buttons on his shirt.

"Wait," Luke exhales somewhat reluctantly. "We shouldn't, you need time to heal."

Biting your lip, your brow knits in frustration as you look up at the man. The deep aching within encourages you not to let go. Keeping your arms locked around him tightly, you pull him back down to face you. You know you shouldn't be doing this, especially given your plans. Nevertheless, the feeling continues to drive you forward.

"Please, don't leave." You plead, the longing in your voice completely genuine. "I need you..."

As your voice trails off, you know you have the man where you want him. A brief look of conflict clouds his eyes before he swiftly leans forward again. You're well aware you shouldn't be encouraging this behavior. Unfortunately, you find yourself unable to resist. As the man's lips and hands move over you, a sense of relief washes over. His fingers hastily grip at your clothes, pulling them away roughly. You sense his apprehension return at the sight of several bruises covering your form. You wish he wouldn't concern himself with these things given the lack of pain you've felt since that day. Growing slightly frustrated, you press your hands against his chest. To your surprise, you're able to flip him over despite your supposedly broken arm. The man looks up at you in confusion as you straddle his lower half.

"They must be giving you some good meds." He muses distractedly as you begin pulling your shirt off.

Despite his initial apprehensions, he cannot deny his own desires. You barely register the sensation of his hands wrapping around your waist before you're flipped over. Eyes widening in a mix of surprise and anticipation, you look up at the man. His brown eyes have filled with wild lust as he begins ripping the rest of your garments away. A moment later, he's stripping his own clothes away. Biting your lip, you watch anxiously as his bare, muscular form is revealed. It's far too late to turn back now. Especially after the man's form moves down, pressing into your somewhat uncomfortably. You feel something between your legs before a rush of pleasure and relief floods through you. Groaning deeply, your legs quickly wrap around the man's lower half.

"More." You moan dazily as your hands slide across the man's broad back.

Luke is more than willing to oblige, his pace quickly increasing at your request. Your eyes roll back as you relish in the ecstatic moment. Moaning again, your nails begin digging into the man's back as you near your precipice. As if sensing your approach, a hand swiftly wraps around your breathless bust. Groaning again, you feel a moisture pool between your legs as his fingers twist one of your sensitive nipples. It's all more than you can bear, quickly sending you into a climactic orgasm. Your leg twists around him, pulling him in deeper as you reveal in the moment. Panting softly, you find yourself craving more. Arching into him, you whimper softly, unable to reach the depth you desire. You feel Luke's arms slide around your back, pulling you in tighter. A moment later, his thrusts increase, driving into you deeper. A satisfied groan leaves your lips as you arch further into him.

Luke's pace increases as does his veracity with each of your moans of encouragement. It's not long before you've reached another vocal climax. Still though, you find it's not enough. Growling in frustration, you move to push the man over again. This time you can tell he's more in control as he moves over. Straddling him again, the uncomfortable warmth inside continues to drive your actions. Whimpering again in restless torment, you quickly reposition yourself before being met with temporary relief. Luke watches through hooded eyes, his expression a combination of intrigue and satisfaction. Your own eyes drift half closed as your form gently rises and falls against him. More wetness is felt between your legs, causing you to move effortlessly against him. The air seems to have grown thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe. Panting lightly, you concentrate on the other feelings, mainly the heat radiation from deep within. Which has become almost unbearable. Luke's hands move to grip your waist, adding some much needed support.

You wonder if he's aware of how hot your flesh currently feels or if it's all in your head. The beads of sweat running down your back tells you it's likely not a figment of imagination. Ignoring the discomfort, you slowly increase your pace as you grow close. The man's grip around you tightens as he roughly brings you down. An instant wave of pleasure and relief quickly floods your body. You're only tangentially aware that he has also reached his climax. Your own cries of ecstasy being all you can hear. Panting deeply, you feel your body promptly grow weak. Rolling off the man, you stare up at the ceiling while catching your breath. The uncomfortable heat and pain have temporarily departed. In their place lies the sickening sensation of self-realization. You know there is little you could say to convince the man this tryst was not significant.

"Get some rest, Lill." Luke's frame shifts as he moves to lean over you. "I'll be here if you need anything."

The sick feeling increases as he plants a loving kiss on your brow before getting up. You avert your eyes as he redresses, pulling the bedsheets up around you protectively. This is not at all how you had expected the day to go.