Kael
We rounded up with breakfast and headed straight to my training room. Every single property of mine had one, my family was one of the most influential families in Agrevia—attacks from rivals were common and so we were taught never to take chances.
I didn't need to change much, I only had to take off my shirt, which considering the circumstances, was probably a bad idea but I had no other choice.
My wound was still healing. Though I would have preferred to drop the training until I was in a better shape but no one knew when next they would attack.
Plus, I had stopped bleeding already and it didn't feel as painful as it did yesterday. If it weren't for due process, I'd have preferred for it to heal on it's own.
Seraphina wore a two piece gym set that completely covered her form but she still looked so fucking breathtaking.
I tried to control it but my eyes noticed every single thing about her features. It scanned every inch of her body and stopped on the v-line that led to her womanhood.
I knew what she looked like underneath the fabric. The few times I visited her room in the dead of the night, I had tongue fucked and finger fucked her enough to get used to the way her pussy throbbed with urgent need and how it was fucking slippery when she was wet.
She turned and met my gaze and my cheeks were immediately hot with heat. Get a hold of yourself dickhead.
"If you keep staring at me like that Kael, I'm not sure we'd be able to do any training today."
My gaze returned back to her face and I couldn't hold back my smile.
"You're right Princess." I said not taking my eyes off hers. Her eyes flickered with heat and I could tell that I wasn't the only one thinking dirty thoughts.
Concentrate Kael, concentrate.
"Let's begin." I managed to say. I had to add extra weight to my sentence to avoid the heat that had already taken root below my stomach from slipping out.
I couldn't get hard right now—quick think of something not so stimulating. My mind went back to the time when me and my brothers were playing football and Jonas kicked me in the balls when I refused to pass the ball.
I winced at the memory, partly grateful that my straining erection had subsided. Hopefully for the rest of the day. Hopefully.
"So where do we start?"
"We'll start with the basics." I said, stepping closer to her.
The training room was wide and open, padded floors, mirrored walls, and racks of weapons neatly arranged along the far end. I'd spent years here, perfecting the art of precision and control.
"First rule," I continued, circling her slowly, "never freeze. Fear gets you killed faster than a bullet. If someone grabs you, don't panic, react."
She nodded, her eyes following my every move.
"Good. Now, attack me."
Her brows shot up. "What?"
"Attack me," I repeated. "Don't think. Just move."
She moved to attack me and I grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back.
She gasped, back pressed against my chest. "That was fast."
"That…was sloppy," I corrected. "You led with your shoulder. Never do that. You open yourself up to your opponent."
I pretended that the closeness of her body against mine wasn't fucking with my concentration. I released her and stepped back.
"Again."
This time she came at me with more intention. Clumsy still, but more determined. I blocked her swing and pushed her gently, letting her stumble and regain balance.
Her cheeks flushed.
"Use your legs," I instructed.
"You've got strength there. Aim low. Knees, groin, ribs. Hit where it hurts."
She took the advice, and when she moved again, her knee shot up toward my side. I caught it midair, locking her in place and for a brief second, our faces were inches apart. Her breath hitched. Mine did too.
I dropped her leg and stepped back quickly.
"Better," but you telegraph your moves. Don't let them see what's coming."
We repeated the sequence; strike, block, counter. Over and over until her breathing grew heavier and sweat dotted her forehead.
Despite her lack of experience, she learned fast. There was something fierce beneath the surface.
"Enough for today," I said, finally lowering my stance.
She straightened, wiping sweat from her brow. "So? How did I do?"
I allowed a small smirk. "You'll live."
She rolled her eyes but the corner of her mouth curved slightly—the closest thing to a smile I'd seen from her since the attack.
"Same time tomorrow," I said, grabbing a towel.
"Next we learn how to make sure no one ever gets close enough to touch you again."
She turned to leave when a mischievous idea popped up in my head. It wasn't entirely mischievous truth be told, it was a realistic thought.
Her back to me, I moved fast and grabbed her hands, folding both tightly behind her.
"You should be more conscious of your opponent, even if they call in a truce."
Her breath hitched and she spoke in a barely audible tone, "It's different, this is a training not an actual scenario."
Her back against mine, my body fully rested on her form making the lower part of my body to graze her behind.
Heat shot through me with a burst of adrenaline and I almost uttered a curse for being this silly. What the fuck was I thinking?
"Kael, let me go now."
"You're way too naive Amorcito, if I were an enemy, I'd have done whatever it is that I wanted to do to you."
She stilled, her breath dropping.
"And what do you want to do to me, Kael Riven?"
That question came out of nowhere, catching me completely off guard. Before I could align my thoughts to answer her, she wiggled her arms and pulled out of my grip.
She faced me fully with a smile on her face, her knee shot up and my survival instincts immediately kicked in.
She was heading for my groin but in a split second, I grabbed her and gave her a leg sweep. She tripped and was about to fall but she grabbed my arm and pulled me down with her.
We both fell. My entire body was pinned against hers and the sound of our ragged breaths filled the room. We remained in that position, breathing, panting hard.
Accidentally, I shifted a bit and my erection rested directly against the lower part of her entrance, straining deep enough to feel her wetness. Her gaze darkened.
Fucking hell! No thoughts could save me now. Not even the memory of being kicked in the balls.