After their spar, Aila felt her legs becoming stiff and stepped back from Damon so she could stretch out on the ground.
"Good job today," Damon praised in a mind-link.
"At getting my ass kicked?" Aila retorted playfully. She knew she couldn't actually take Damon on, although she felt pretty good about herself for landing a few blows and blocking his for five hours.
FIVE HOURS!
She never dread of being able to train for so long. Although, her body was screaming at her now and demanding a minimum of five plates worth of food.
Damon chuckled, "You lasted the whole session. And done better than anyone else I have sparred against." Aila looked up at him from her position on the ground as she stretched her hamstrings, "But don't let it go to your head," He winked at her before squatting by the side of her and placing a quick kiss on her cheek.
Even with a little kiss like that, she felt the sparks surging through her as her gaze lingered on him; her chest started to rise and fall quicker, simultaneously with his.
"Fuck," He growled; his eyes darkened as his face drew closer to hers. Aila closed her eyes, ready for him to possess her mouth, but all she felt was his warm breath tickling her skin. Opening her eyes again, she saw him inhale deeply and bring his head back and sighed, "I have work to do."
"Maybe, I can help you so ti.." She said in a low sultry voice.
"I won't bore you with the paperwork," He replied dryly.
Aila cracked a smile and held back a laugh as Damon did not catch on to her innuendo.
"I think I can find other ways to help relieve you from your stress," She tried again. Damon's eyes locked with hers, with a slight frown forming on his face. So, to make herself clearer, she grazed her hand against his chest and trailed it down his defined abs, stopping only at his waistband while leaving a few kisses and a bite along his neck.
He stilled and looked back at her in excitent, "Oh. Yes, maybe you can help ."
He pulled away again, but this ti his eyes glazed over, indicating he was in a mind-link. After a few minutes, Aila sat cross-legged in front of Damon when he returned to focusing on her.
"Shit. Raincheck?" He growled.
"Hey, it's your loss. I can just go sleep on the couch now," Aila joked.
Damon growled back in frustration before grabbing her face and kissing her on the lips, and leaving abruptly. Her lips were still puckered as he stord off, hands fisted by his side.
Hmmm, I think he just bruised my lips…
"Don't be late for the pack eting," He mind-linked her; she relaxed her lips and watched his retreating form, rolling her eyes at his command.
"Yes, boss
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