7. Chapter 7 Seamus
Chapter 7: Seamus
T he early morning sun slanted through the high windows of the training room, casting Kamilla in a soft, buttery glow. She stood before me, braced, in her form-fitting leggings and tank top, her feet bare on the polished wood floor. It was her eyes that captured me. Those brilliant sapphire orbs, burning with anger that was currently directed towards me.
Circling her slowly, I let my gaze rake over her taut, supple curves, assessing her stance, her balance, the small tells of her body.
"First lesson," I said. "Never take your eyes off your opponent. Not even for a second."
Not giving her a chance to respond, I lunged at her, my fist hurtling towards her face. She reacted instantly, twisting aside just enough for my knuckles to graze her cheekbone. That simple caress of her skin against mine sent a jolt of awareness shooting down my spine, even as she retaliated with a sharp elbow jab to my solar plexus.
I dodged the blow, a grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. Christ, she was fast. Faster than I'd expected, her reflexes honed by the cruelties of her past. The darkness inside me rose up, hungering to hunt down every bastard who'd ever laid a hand on her.
We continued traded blows in a flurry of strikes and counterstrikes, our bodies moving in sync, circling each other. Sweat slicked my bare chest and gathered at the base of Kamilla's throat, her breath coming hard and fast as she met me strike for strike.
I kept my strength leashed, allowing her to test her own limits. She needed to learn to trust her body, because only then would she be ready to face Piotr again.
But Christ, she was a woman. The sight of her like this, flushed and panting, her sapphire eyes ablaze with the thrill of the fight, made me harder than fucking granite. I wanted to tackle her to the ground and bury myself between her thighs, to sink into her sweet, slick heat until she screamed my name.
As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, Kamilla faltered, her gaze darting to the swelling bulge straining against my sweatpants. I seized the opening, sweeping her legs out from under her and following her down to the mat, pinning her beneath the weight of my body. She struggled wildly, her hips bucking and her nails digging into my sweat-slicked skin.
Fuck. I needed to concentrate.
"Dead," I said. "You would be dead, sweetheart."
"Only because you're not fighting fair," she gritted out, her body arching up into mine in blatant challenge.
"Fair's got nothing to do with it. You think Sokolov and his goons will hesitate to use every dirty trick in the book to put you down? You think they'll go easy on you because you're a woman, because you're Anatoly's sister? Get up. We do it again."
We circled each other again on the training mat, my eyes never leaving her face. She was glaring at me, her sapphire eyes cold, but I could see heat simmering there also. She wanted me. Wanted me just as badly as I wanted her, even if she was too stubborn to admit it. I could see it in the way her gaze lingered on my body, could practically fucking smell it on her, the musk of arousal mixing with the sweet, sharp scent of her sweat.
She just needed to lower those sky-high walls she'd built around herself. I got it. I really fucking did. She'd been through hell and trusting someone, but it went against every instinct she had.
It was lucky I was a patient man. A persistent one, too, when I wanted something badly enough. And I wanted Kamilla. I wanted to lay her out before me like a fucking feast. I wanted to worship every inch of her, to show her with lips and tongue and teeth just how much I fucking adored her. She just needed to stop pushing me away, to stop throwing up those walls every time I got too close.
But right now? I had to get through this goddamn training session without popping a boner again and embarrassing myself like a fucking teenager.
"Again," I barked, falling into a fighting stance. "And this time, try to actually hit me, Princess. I'm starting to think you're not taking this seriously."
Kamilla snarled, her lip curling up to bare her teeth. "Fuck you, Seamus. I'm taking this plenty seriously. Not my fault you're too fucking slow to keep up."
I laughed. "Big words, baby girl. Care to back them up, or are you all talk and no action?"
She lunged at me, her fist aiming for my face. I was ready for her, had been waiting for the tell-tale tension in her body that signaled an attack. I sidestepped easily, catching her wrist and using her own momentum to spin her around and pull her back against my chest.
"Too slow," I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You telegraph your moves, Kamilla. Might as well be shouting them from the fucking rooftops."
She struggled against me, her body straining and twisting like a wild thing. I held her easily, my arms banded around her waist. I knew she could feel my need against her.
"Let me go, you bastard," she spat. “I swear to God, I will fucking end you if you don't-"
"Shh," I interrupted, nuzzling into the warm, damp skin of her neck. "Stop fighting me, Kamilla. Stop pushing me away. I'm not your enemy here." I pressed my hardness deeper into her.
She went still against me, her breath coming in sharp, shallow pants. "Then what are you?" she asked, her voice so soft I almost didn't hear it.
I turned her in my arms, my hands smoothing down the elegant line of her back to rest at the flare of her hips. "I'm the man who would fucking die for you, Kamilla," I said, holding her gaze with my own.
Her eyes went wide, her lips parting on a soft, startled exhale. "Seamus"
"I remember you," I interrupted, my grip on her tightening. "From that day at the here. Sitting in your brother's car in that royal blue dress, your eyes watching me like I was something dangerous. Something you wanted to run from and run to, all at the same time."
Her throat worked as she swallowed, her gaze flicking away from mine. "I don't know what you're talking about." He voice said one thing but her eyes told me another. The same eyes that had been tracking me, the hunger evident in them.
"Liar," I growled, ducking my head to nip at her jaw. She shuddered against me, her nails digging into my shoulders. "You wanted me, even then.”
She made a soft, broken sound, her eyes squeezing shut. "Seamus, please..."
"I'm going to fuck you, Kamilla." I breathed, my lips trailing down the column of her throat. "Going to lay you out on my bed and take my time with you, learn every inch of you with my hands and my mouth. Going to make you come on my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock. Over and over again, until you're trembling and sobbing and so fucking sensitive you can barely stand it."
Kamilla whimpered, her head falling back to give me better access. I growled my approval, my teeth scraping over her racing pulse.
"I'm going to fill you up," I promised, my hand sliding down to cup her ass, to pull her harder against the aching ridge of my erection. "I’m going to pump you so full of my seed, you'll be dripping with it for days. Everyone will know you're mine, Kamilla.”
She shuddered, her hips rocking against me in a desperate, needy grind. "When?”
I groaned, my control fracturing. I couldn't wait any longer. Lowering her to the mat, I settled between her thighs, my hands pushing up the hem of her tank top to bare the smooth, sweat-slick skin of her belly.
"But first I need to taste you," I rumbled, my lips trailing over her ribs, her navel, the fullness of her hipbones. I dragged her leggings down, baring her to my hungry gaze. She was beautiful, fucking perfect, her pussy bare and glistening with the evidence of her arousal. I didn't hesitate, I just buried my face between her thighs and fucking devoured her.
Kamilla cried out, her back bowing off the mat as I licked and sucked and nibbled at her swollen clit. She tasted like heaven and sin, like everything I'd ever wanted and all the things I knew I could never deserve. I lapped at her greedily, my tongue delving deep to fuck into her, as my lips sealed around her clit and pulled.
She writhed beneath me, her hands fisted in my hair as she rode my face with desperate, broken movements. I could feel her getting close, could taste it in the flood of her juices, hear it in the high, keening cries that spilled from her lips.
"Seamus," she sobbed, her thighs clamping around my ears. "Oh fuck, Seamus, I'm going to... I'm going to..."
"Do it," I commanded, my voice muffled against her flesh. "Fucking come for me, Kamilla. Let me feel you, taste you, fucking drown in you."
With a ragged scream, she shattered apart, as she clenched and rippled around my thrusting tongue as she came and came and came. I worked her through it, my jaw aching and my cock throbbing in my pants, until she was limp and gasping for air.
I crawled up her body, my mouth and chin slick with her essence, bracing myself above her on trembling arms as I stared down at her flushed face.
"You're fucking perfect," I told her.
She smiled up at me, lazy and satisfied. She reached up, her hand cupping my cheek with a tenderness that made my heart fucking ache. “My darkness matches yours.”
I turned my head, pressing a kiss to her palm as she shuddered beneath me as I pressed against her. Her lips curved in a wicked, hungry smile that made my cock jerk against the confines of my sweatpants. I claimed her mouth in a kiss. My need can wait.
I reached over my shoulder and pulled my tee off, sitting Kamilla up and placed it over her to cover her.
“But what about?” she asked as she glanced at the bulge in my sweatpants.
I helped Kamilla stand, my sweatshirt covering her to mid-thigh. Seeing my shirt on her bought out a whole new level of need in me.
“That was about me sweetheart. I fucking loved feeling you on my tongue. I want more of that and I will be taking more of that, every chance I get.”
I could see Kamilla’s defences come up.
“Don’t” I said as I ran my hand up her thigh, feeling her moisture still there. “I will only take what you give freely. Nothing more.” I said as fingers started to caress her upper thighs. I smiled as she changed stance to give me better access. I slid one thick finger into her, steadying her as she swayed slightly, a moan slipping from her lips. “Do you want more sweetheart?” I asked before slipping another finger deep into her.
Kamilla placed one hand on my shoulder, her nails digging in as she moved on my hand, showing me what she wanted.
“Fuck, you are so close already.” I said as I thrust a third finger into her. That was all it took. Kamilla wrapped a leg around my thighs as she bought herself closer, her arms wrapping around my neck as I widened my legs to keep us upright. I could feel my sweatpants becoming wet with my own precum as I worked Kamilla to the edge, watching as her eyes glazed over and her mouth fell over, before she grabbed my face to lower it to hers, my tongue moving in the same motion as my fingers, before I could feel her clench around my fingers and felt the gush of moisture as she bowed into me as I shamelessly rubbed my dick against her, feeling my own release in my pants as I watched her.
Fuck. First time I have ejaculated without a women’s touch. This woman is mine. She is fire and heat and everything I want to sink into.
I pulled my fingers from her and she watched as I bought them to my mouth, running my tongue over my fingers, groaning at the taste if her.
And then she turned and ran.
Fuck.