Page 31 of Our Blood, Our Pain

“Ready?” he says, voice low, a mix of primal and arrogance.

“Bring it,” I say, unable to hold back the smirk on my face.

We tussle for what feels like hours. Grabbing, pushing, grappling until one of us lands on the ground. We don’t speak. We don’t keep score. This unspoken conversation between us is the most erotic foreplay I’ve ever been part of. My limbs are sore, I’m hot all over from the exertion, sweat drips from every pore of our bodies. But I know we’re reaching the peak of this fight. I like the hurt his touch gives me, the tenderness of the bruises that I know will develop by morning. I want his hands to hurt me, his inflicted pain on my body followed by the sweetest touches as he makes me fall apart. I want him to adore me. To love me. To ruin me.

“One more round?” he says, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand as he stands in an attack position. I can’t put into words how excited I am.

“I’m ready to knock you on your ass.”

We lunge at each other, our bodies collide with a thud. Grunting and panting. I grip Jules’s shoulders, my muscles straining as I try to push him back. But it’s no use, Jules is a powerhouse, and with one swift, practiced move, he twists me into a bear hug, forcing our torsos to press tightly together. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, our breaths mingling as we both struggle for dominance. The friction between our bodies is intoxicating, each movement sending a jolt of electricity through my veins. Jules’s hand slips lower, fingers digging into my lower back, pulling me closer, the proximity now igniting a fire that has spread from my very core.

With a sudden burst of strength, I twist free, spinning myself behind Jules and locking my arms around his waist. I rejoice in the feel of his solid muscles of his abdomen as they contract under my hands, the scent of sweat pungent in the air, as the raw, animalistic intensity of our sparring has us both vibrating with need.

Jules bucks, trying to dislodge himself, our bodies move in a heated dance of power and resistance. He arches his back, pressing against me, creating the most unbearable but delicious pressure against my rock hard cock. Our breaths turn into gasps as the potency of the struggle escalates with each second that passes.

In a sudden rapid move, Jules spins around, our faces nearly touching, his eyes dilated with desire. My pulse races at the tantalizing closeness of his lips with mine. He clutches my hips, pulling me flush against him, sliding together in the most sensual way. I hold onto his shoulders, my fingers digging into the firm muscle as I lean in. Lips so close. The air is charged around us, every inch of my skin is tingling with anticipation of finally breaking the tension that has crackled like a live wire between us.

Then, Jules charges forward, pushing me down onto the mats, his large body pinning me in place. My breath catches in my throat as his weight settles over me, our eyes locked, communicating that this moment holds a promise of more. Something beyond just the physical.

I gently move my hands over his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under those solid contours of his body. The climate in the room becomes scorching, searing me like a brand, knowing I will remember this moment for the rest of my life. Jules’s face comes closer to mine as my fingers tighten on his skin in a silent plea for more, for the inevitable culmination of the fire that has been building between us.

Jules’s lips curve into a knowing smile, reading every thought as clear as day on my face.

“You’re mine now,” he murmurs, in a low timbre that sends a shiver down my spine.

With a breathless whisper, I surrender to him.

“Prove it.”

In a blink of an eye, Jules claims my lips in a kiss that is as fierce as our sparring, a cocktail of all the emotions that have been simmering beneath the surface for weeks. Our bodies meld together, a tangle of limbs and sweat, both lost in the devastating sexual connection that has been ignited between us. The intensity of our kiss builds as the world around us fades away, leaving only the heat of our bodies, the sound of our breaths, and the alluring pull of our desire. Nothing else matters right now, only the undeniable, drunken passion that has overtaken us.

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JULES

This is where I belong, wrapped up in all things Kai. His body beneath mine has solidified his place in my soul. I want to binge on his flesh, destroy him so he feels my absence for days. Have him craving for me to return and give him what he needs. As our tongues duel in this dance of pure erotica, my insides become soothed. It doesn’t matter who is against us, even Jenny. I will not allow him to be anywhere else but with me, I don’t give a fuck. They’ll just have to get on board that Kai is mine, or fuck off into the sunset. He is the unsolved mystery that for years I’ve been trying to fix, without fully knowing what it was that I needed to repair.

Kai whines as I thrust my dick against his, our sweaty torsos making this whole sensory experience push me over the edge. I slow down the kiss as I don’t want to do anything more in here, I want full privacy for what I want to do to him. I suck his lower lip like a candy, reveling in its juiciness.

“Fuck, Jules.”

“I know. We gotta stop, we need to go back to the house before I explode.”

“Don’t stop now, it’s starting to get good,” a voice says behind us. Aaron. But not just Aaron, Seb is standing next to him with his mouth open, looking like he’s not sure whether to look away or keep watching. Aaron, on the other hand, has no shame.

“How long have you been standing there?” I ask. Kai quickly pushes me off him and jumps to his feet, his face turning red from embarrassment.

“Long enough to become invested,” Aaron says, grinning while roaming his eyes over my chest.

“Lev will fuck you up, talking like that,” Seb says.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I live to get the asshole wound up. More fun for me,” Aaron says.

“Seb! What the hell is going on?” Dima demands as he storms into the gym, taking in the scene in front of him. Great. Seb rolls his eyes, but just before he goes to answer, Dima gets in first.

“Were you two fucking in my gym?” Dima asks, his handsome face screws up as if this is the most offensive thing possible.

“No…no, er, Jules was just sparring with me. Training me,” Kai says. His eyes pleading, worried this may get him into trouble.

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