She goes down again.
This time, I follow.
I pin her beneath me, knees bracketing her hips, wrists caught in my hands and pressed to the mat above her head.
Her breath rushes out in a gasp, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, chest heaving beneath me.
She struggles.
Twists.
Fights.
It turns me on like nothing else.
“Fight all you want, Willow,” I growl, voice thick with arousal. “You want to lose. You want to be overpowered. Admit it.”
Her pulse flutters beneath my fingers. Her thighs tense around my hips, but she doesn’t buck me off.
Her thighs squeeze me tighter.
“And you just lost, little warrior.” I use one hand to pin her hands over her head. The other one strips her bare. I shove down my workout shorts, cock already thick and ready. She whimpers, eyes locked on mine, chest arching up into me.
I thrust into her in one long, claiming stroke, driving the breath from her lungs.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, body bowing.
“Say it again,” I rasp, hips rolling deep and slow. “Say you don’t mind the bruises. Say you like when I take what’s mine.”
“I love it,” she moans, arching beneath me. “God, Mason—please—don’t hold back.”
And I don’t.
I fuck her hard, pinning her wrists, pressing her into the mat like the weapon she is—polished and fierce and mine. Her sounds grow ragged, desperate, echoing in the empty training room like music made of surrender.
Her climax slams into her with a strangled cry, her inner muscles clenching around me, dragging me with her. I thrust harder, deeper, until I break apart inside her, spilling with a growl that sounds more animal than human.
We stay like that for a long beat—panting, trembling, skin slick with sweat.
Then I slowly release her wrists, bringing one to my lips.
“You still with me?” I murmur, voice gentler now.
She nods, eyes shining. “That was—everything.”
I kiss her forehead, then roll beside her on the mat, pulling her into my arms.
“You’re dangerous,” I murmur into her hair.
“So are you, Sir,” she whispers, smiling against my throat.
And just like that, we’ve crossed anotherline.
Not into darkness. Into something real.
Something that belongs to us.
Once is never enough with Willow. I take her again, accepting the responsibility that comes with her surrender, only this time, she doesn’t fight me. I claim her on the mat again.
