Page 32 of Eternal
I lean against the ropes, a smirk creeping onto my face. “I’m curious to see how hard you can hit.”
She steps closer, eyes locked on mine, and my heart races. “Perfect, then. Let me show you,” she replies.
We begin to circle each other, calculating every possibility.
The moment I throw my first punch, it’s as if a dam has broken. I land a jab to her ribs, and the sound of gloves hitting flesh reverberates in the ring. She grunts but recovers quickly, her eyes sparking with fury. “Nice try,” she spits, and before I can react, she retaliates with a swift kick to my thigh that sends a sharp pain shooting through my lower body.
I stagger back but quickly regain my footing. “You’re stronger than you look,” I mutter.
“Looks can be deceiving,” she quips, her voice low and clear. We close the distance, our bodies colliding again.
I throw a hard uppercut, catching her chin. But she doesn’t hesitate. She lunges, shoulder slamming into my chest, and I’m driven back, crashing against the padded wall. The impact is brutal, the kind that would knock the breath out of most, but it only makes me want more.
Adrenaline spikes through me as I push off the wall, tasting the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. I definitely want more.
Fucking masochist that I am. Of course I’d want more.
“Oh no, did it hurt too much?” she asks, breathless but smiling.
She lunges at me again, fists flying with an intensity that would make any sane man back off. But sanity isn’t part of this game, not for either of us, I think.
The people around us are watching carefully, their eyes wide as they observe this fierce woman keep pace with me.
They don’t get it, they’re too stupid. She’s pure chaos, and the size difference?Laughable.
She’s a chaotic weapon of speed and strength, and she doesn’t shy away from pain; she embraces it like it’s her lover. And that’s what makes her this deadly.
When you’re not scared of getting hurt, pain blends in with everything else. It doesn’t register anymore, and she knows it, perfectly.
Every time her fist connects with my chest or face, I feel it hit me, low, hot, and all wrong, like my body lights up, pain feels so close to pleasure.
The fire in her eyes makes her greenish brown eye almost blaze, the blue one darkening in response. The way her lips part as she gasps for air… she looks fuckable.
Really fucking fuckable.
She catches me off guard with a swift kick to my face. I laugh; the sound is rough. “Not bad.” I wipe the blood from my lip, tasting it, relishing the sting, the pain.
“You take it like a champ,” she smiles, and I want to strangle her.
I pull her closer, our bodies crashing together with a force that sends us both to the ground. The floor hits hard, and the impact rattles through me. I can feel her warmth against me, the sweat mingling with blood a while we struggle for dominance.
It’s violent, raw, and I can’t get enough, I could do this all day.
Her knee digs into my thigh beneath my dick, and if she moves just a bit, she’ll see the effect she has on me, and we don’t even know each other yet, so I shift, leveraging my weight against her. “I don’t do that on the first date,” I growl, a chuckle slipping through my lips as I force her back, our breaths mingling, hot and heavy in the small space between us.
She flashes a wicked grin, her eyes more ablaze than before. “Oh, my bad,” she purrs. Before I can react, she twists sharply, landing a solid punch to my ribs that makes me grunt in surprise.
Fucking hell.
Is she at her full potential?
No, she’s not… she’s simply training.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I taunt, but there’s a breathlessness to my words as we roll on the floor.
This fight has me high, but it’s more than just the rush. She’s fucking fighting back. She’s holding her own against me, and it’s insane. No one does that, no one stands their ground like this with me.
We’re struggling, our faces inches apart, I can see the determination in her eyes, and it fuels my obsession. At this moment, I realize I want more than this fight. I want to study her. Layer by layer. Movement by movement.
