Page 33 of Eternal
With one final push, I manage to pin her against the ground, my body pressing down on hers. I can feel the heat radiating from her, the strength in her muscles as she fights against me. “You’re strong,” I admit, breathless and exhilarated. “But not more than me,” I smile, leaning closer to her ear.
But before I can savor the moment, she bucks beneath me, twisting our positions, and suddenly, it’s her knee against my thigh again, her fists raised, ready to strike once more. “I can keep this up all night,” she breathes, a daring grin spreading across her face.
My hand instinctively finds her hips, pinning her close to me, and I can’t help but breathe heavily from the sensation of her body against mine. Why the hell is her confidence turning me on? What the fuck is she doing to me?
Just as we reach a fever pitch, Katarina, her friend, strides in, her voice slicing between us. “Okay,Visha! I need you for this. Come on!”
Visha…Poison.
The moment is almost blurry as I look down, realizing we’re still locked together on the mat, bodies pressed tight, breaths heavy and deliberate. She’s on top, and the blood smeared across our skin like a twisted sort of masterpiece.
God, I want her closer. Why do I want her closer? I hate when people are close to me.
“Looks like our fun’s over,” I murmur, my voice low. And I study her face. The way that scar looks redder now after the fight, following the blush on her cheeks and chest. The way her pupils dilated in those witchy eyes.
And the way her lips are curving creates these dimples around each small line of her mouth.
Fucking beautiful. My target is so beautiful.
“Been a while since anyone pushed me like this.”
My pulse quickens at her words.
When we rise, I can’t help but notice the sheen of sweat on her olive skin, glistening in the cozy light of the gym, accentuating every curve that begs to be studied too.
My gaze lingers on the tattoos inked across her arms, across her back, even on her chest. She has tattoos everywhere… interesting.
“Take care of that lip, better not get infected, it would ruin your pretty face,” she says, and I can’t help the smirk that creeps onto my face. I instinctively touch my split lip, and the blood is still on the surface.
Fuck, she got me.
I want to pin her down again, to feel her body beneath mine, to push her limits until she gasps, until her breath hitches in that intoxicating way she did earlier.
My thoughts spiral, darker, more twisted, and I can’t do that. Because I was sent to kill her. I can’t have fun while planning her downfall. Or can I?
She’s standing, her back at me, and I’m struck by the way her curly hair falls around her shoulders, when she takes off her bun. Wild and untamed. Lots of it.
When she turns to leave, my eyes track her every move, the sway of her hips, her long fingers tracing down her arms as if making sure she’s fine.
I want to chase her, to see if she’ll hold up with me again, to see how far we can go together.
She glances back, catching me staring, a sly smile playing on her lips.
Fuck me.
I can feel the heat pooling low in my gut, I want to taste that defiance, to see if I can break through her bravado and uncover the woman beneath the warrior.
But she’s gone, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving me craving the excitement she brings.
I can’t wait to meet my sweet target again.
I can’t wait for the next round.
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AZRA
“Of Course Nobody Understands You” by Are you really fine?
