Page 44 of Hellfire

I went through the motions, each move bringing Tank and me closer together. His touch sent shivers down my spine. The heat of his body set mine on fire. I felt a surge of desire every time his breath whispered against my skin. I tried to focus on the training, but it was getting harder by the minute.

Fine.Two can play that game.

I was determined to distract him just as much as he was me. I knew he could smell what he was doing to me. Every day here in the gym, my libido went crazy. Tank smirked.

Yup, he knows damn well what he’s doing to me. Asshole.

The next time his arm encircled me from behind, I pushed back, shamelessly rubbing against his erection.

“What are you doing, pretty girl?” Tank breathed into my ear. I shivered. I meticulously rubbed against him further, my heart in overdrive.

Suddenly, Diamond walked in, interrupting us. She teased us with a grin, knowing full well what was going on between us. I felt a blush spread across my face, but I couldn’t deny the electricity in the air.

“Morning Kat, Tank,” she said, heading into the locker room.

We shared a look, my face flaming red.

We continued sparring, the tension between us growing with each passing moment. Tank’s eyes roamed over my body, and I could feel the heat building between us. I knew I was using his attraction to me to distract him, but I was determined to pin him. I wasn’t above playing dirty.

Finally, I got the upper hand and pinned him down. He looked up at me with a wicked grin, and I could feel the desire radiating off of him.

“You’re getting better,” he said breathlessly, his voice low and husky. “But you still have a long way to go.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his wrists and pinned him down, straddling him as I held him in place. Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel his arousal against me. Our eyes locked, and I could see the desire burning in his gaze. I bit my lip, looking down at him as he grinned up at me, his hands coming up to rest on my hips. If I was a guy, I’d be thinking with the wrong head right now.

I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I think I’ve learned enough for today. Don’t you?”

He let out a low growl before flipping us over so he was on top of me. My stomach did somersaults. His body pressed against mine, his meaty fingers dug into my hips.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, pretty girl,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “I want you so desperate for me you beg for it,” he groaned.

I whimpered, ready to give in. I could feel my face flush at his words, and I knew that he could see the desire in my eyes, smell my pheromones in the air.

“Is that so?” I moaned, licking my lips. “What if I told you I already am desperate for you?” My heart beat in its cage.

I can’t believe I just admitted that out loud.

He groaned, grinding into me harder. His feverish hands roamed over my body, sending shivers of pleasure in their wake. I moaned against his lips. A near kiss—just a hair’s breadth from touching. My body hummed with pent up energy. Lifting my legs, I wrapped them around his waist. As I moved my hips against his, I could feel his arousal growing.

“Kiss me,” I demanded.

“With pleasure,” He growled.

Tank bridged the gap between us and pressed his lips against mine. Hot and feverish. Our tongues danced together, and I felt his hands grip my hips, pulling me closer to him. His lips moved down to my neck, nibbling and sucking on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled back and looked down at me as we both tried to catch our breath. His dark eyes clouded with a mixture of frustration and desire.

“You know what, Tank?” My voice is low, husky. “I think I am done with this training session.”

The look in his eyes was like molten lava, swirls of red and orange. His Cerberus. A few weeks ago, seeing his beast would have scared me, but now it made me want him that much more.

Digging my heels into his back, I pulled him closer. I moaned softly, grinding my hips against him. “I want you,” I said, my voice filled with desperation. “I want you so badly.”

“Then take me,” he growled, flipping us over so that he’s below me once more.

His hands explored my body again, cupping my breasts through my tank top before sliding down to the waistband of my leggings. He pulled them down, leaving me in just my panties and tank top.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to make you feel good, Katrina.”

I arched my back into him. He pulled down my top, exposing my breasts. My nipples pebbled as he circled his tongue over the bud. His fingers traced patterns over my stomach before slipping under the fabric of my panties. His touch sent bolts of pleasure shooting through me, and I couldn’t help but moan his name.

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