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A strong arm aggressively wrapped around Astraea's neck as she turned her head to the side to ease her breathing.
Instinctively, she roughly grabbed their arms, feeling the bristles of their hair brush along them. She felt the weight of this person move towards the left, signaling their position. With her left elbow, she bashed it against their ribs, feeling their grip on her loosen. She swung her head back with only minimal force, aiming to hit them but not make them bleed. Her adrenaline spurred, ready to guide her with full power.
When she felt them stumble she rapidly spun on her heels, bringing their head down just above her knee, avoiding the actual knee cap. She watched the person before her, coming face to face with her attacker, his balance stumbling. He hunched over, distracted by the brief, slight pain. She used his new position to her advantage. She spun her right leg around, aiming with the front of her foot but they suddenly used their forearm blocking her kick, slightly tossing her off balance.
She quickly recovered and connected the front of her foot at the side of his neck. She rushed to the left side of him, wrapping her left arm around his neck. She felt his hand throw itself on her back, as she used her fast legs and charged towards the corner, forcing him to run with her.
She sprung her right leg forward first, climbing along the ropes and in a flash she flipped backwards, landing on padded knees. A hard sound echoed as she slammed her attacker down on his back, while she quickly rose on her feet. She looked down with wide grin as he lazily rolled himself over, taking his time to stand.
"You alright there, Rick?" she teased, laughter escaping her.
She watched him rub his hand on his back, with a small chuckle. "You're a mean fighter, Astraea," he said with a hard breath. His face and hairless head glistened beneath the light, as a large damp spot on his shirt clung against his chest.
Astraea smiled with pride as she glanced around the gym, scanning at the few people who gathered around in witness.
With her arms spread out wide, she slowly started walking in a circle. "Anyone else?" she asked, her voice raised and breath hard. She eyed everyone as she studied their expressions, waiting for a response.
"Oh no, not today," One woman said, throwing her arms up in surrender. Astraea chuckled as she watched the woman step away from the bottom of the ring and head towards the other side of the room.
Every eye said 'no' as they all began to step back. "Aww c'mon, I know you all have it in you," she gloated. This was a wrestling/boxing gym after all.
She darted over the many familiar faces, of the many people she shared a fight with over time. They were all skilled in their own right, some less so than others. There were about two young women, both blondes who she's never seen before, but everyone else she knew, or at least was familiar with. Occasionally, new people would attend the gym for training, but most of the time this was where the true skilled fighters gathered together, keeping up with their training.
"Another time, still sore from our last match." She glanced over at the grown man in his black tank top, his arms crossed while he shook his head no. Astraea smiled then turned back towards Rick, who was leaning against one of the ropes on the other side of the ring, with a look of exhaustion.
"Not a chance in hell," he spoke, responding to her unspoken request. He turned his body and bent underneath the top rope before jumping out of the ring. Astraea sighed with laughter, as she shook her head. The small crowd began to scatter, heading towards different activities in the gym.
Astraea's hands fell down to her sides, slapping against her thighs. With a quiet smile she began walking towards one side of the ring.
"I guess I'll just have to go," a low, almost raspy voice said. Astraea quickly turned to her side, surprised that she didn't notice anyone else was still around.
She couldn't see him well, as he stood along the wall that was shadowed from the light. She squinted her eyes as she noticed him push himself from the wall, as he stepped into the light. When he came into view she felt her stomach turn, in a pleasant way. An undetectable gasp escaped her lips as she watched this man move in towards the ring.
She was silent as she her eyes observed him intensely. She'd never seen him before and instantly grew curious to this stranger that stood not too far from her. He reached up grabbing one of the ropes and swiftly pulled himself. When he turned to bend under the rope she noticed his golden-brown silk hair that was pulled into a bun, glowing under the bright neon light.
When he stood, she was almost taken back by how high his stature was. His forest-green eyes were fierce, staring at her from a distance, his lips pulled into a silent smirk. The loose-fitted black shirt he wore slightly hugged his midsection, outlining just the top of his abdominals, only giving her a peek. She glanced down at his gym shorts, with revealing strong legs matted with subtle amounts of hair There was a rawness about him, a savage aura he exuded.
His golden-copper skin with bronze undertones seemed so smooth while her eyes continued to take in his features. There was a thick marking of ink that wrapped around his right arm. She also noticed brushings of darker ink creeping up his sleeve on his left arm. It was an interesting design, it appeared to be the bottom of a neck with abstract patterns beneath it.
"Well?" he asked her, shooting her attention towards his face. His features were strong, thick eyebrows and a full beard that completely complimented his face, giving him a dash of primal savageness that peaked her sexual desires.
"Depends, if you think you can handle me," she challenged, her voice smooth as her orbs never left his challenging eyes. He chuckled deviously, the raspy sound causing a tingle to strike up her back.
"I think I'll be just fine. I just hope the same for you," he spoke, his deep hard tone meaning business. He brought his hands behind his neck, grabbing the back of his shirt. Her eyes gazed almost in a trance as she watched the black fabric slowly raise up his skin, revealing hard patterns of pure firm muscle. She mentally bit her lip as he pulled it over his head and tossed it somewhere out of the ring.
When he stood still before her, she was in complete awe. He was a man built, fed, and raised on muscle. His massive height added to the masculine appearance that demanded attention and respect. His chest and abdominal appeared smooth, skin free from any natural hairs or blemishes. His breast muscles were large and firm. He eyed her with a confidence as if he knew the thoughts that were scattering her mind at this very moment. There was not a hint of imperfection on his outside. His body trumpeted strength as if he were a descendant from Hercules himself. She eyed him in amazement, but was careful not to reveal it.
Raising her head high, she displayed a smirk as she took a step forward, her eyes never leaving him. "Don't hold back," she ordered, and began walking around the ring.
"I never do," he said, beginning to circle the ring as well. They walked slowly, a few feet apart from one another. His ink was clearer now, a design of what appeared to be an elder chief of either Native American, Aztec, or Mayan descent. It had an airbrushed kind of affect surrounding the face, the detail was simply perfect.
Her eyes removed themselves from his art, locking hard with his. She was focused now, pushing back any other desires in the furthest part of her mind. When it came to fighting, her body and mind demanded full attention.
His eyebrows furrowed as he stared her down, like a wild predator challenging his competitor. Only this time, she was reigning champion and he was the intruder that she must defend her territory from.
Her breathing was steady as her reflexes patiently waited for his move. The way he watched her signaled he felt the same, waiting for the slightest alter of her stance, prepared for battle. She knew what he was doing, that he was waiting. Though she did not know him, she thought of him as a man of patience, at least in this moment. If he had his way, they would be on a standoff forever. Astraea however, was already sick of the wait.
She was no stranger to making the first move. If the first move is what he wants, then it is the first move he shall get.
With a straight hand, she brought her left arm forward as his arm rapidly moved to defend the blow. Quickly, she retracted before extending while his arm went flying towards the air, she brought her right arm forward this time, connecting with the side of his neck. He bounced to the side slightly, with a smirk fixated upon his face.
She returned the expression. It was a light attack, but just enough to ignite the battle.
In what seemed like lightning speed they simultaneously extended arms towards each other. Both ducking, and dodging the swipes with precise timing. He threw his arms towards her but she was quick to bring her forearms up, throwing his arms away with speed. This continued for a few more moments, him thrashing towards her and her blocking each move at just the right timing.
Suddenly, when she ducked under, she came back up with an extended arm. Instead of blocking, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her forward and shifting his body so he was now behind her, and pushed her forward towards the ropes. She was quick to grab onto them, softening the crash.
She felt a rush of air storm towards her, she glanced behind her quickly marking her target and struck her back leg out, side smacking his chest. She moved the other way, preparing to swing her leg around once more. He threw her out the way before it could connect with his side, briefly throwing her off balance. She recovered quickly and drove towards him, alternating from her full arm to her elbow. She focused intensively, waiting for the one that would connect. It was her left elbow that landed the blow, forcefully shifting his body around.
He was slightly bent over and she used his new position to her advantage quickly, for it would not last long. With the muscles in her legs, she was able to sprung up towards him, wrapping her legs around his neck and forcefully pulling his body forward, causing him to roll over towards the floor.
His back landed with a hard thud while she was already sprung up on her feet, ready for more. She looked down with a proud smile that was met with a sudden chuckle from his throat. He glanced up at her, wearing an impish grin. He glanced at her foot, and from her shift in expression she knew what was coming but she was too late.
With swift speed and a clenched fist, his powerful forearm came swiping behind her ankle, instantly throwing her off her feet. She slammed down on her back with a sudden grunt escaping her. She looked over and could see he was already up on his feet. He had his arms down, away from the fighting stance.
She laid there with clenched teeth as she watched him strolling towards her, his arm extending for her hand. Before he could make his offer she swung her legs back, surging up full force and propelled her legs forward, using her hands for an added push and she was back on her feet.
Heavy breathing filled the ring, while Astraea continued to eye him like he was her upmost enemy. Dropping his extended hand, his mouth curved into a sly smirk. He was enjoying this. His eyes moved away from hers, trailing down her glistening form. The way her chest slowly rose up and down, her arms remaining in their fighting stance.
Astraea watched him observe her, the look he wore was not screaming aggression, but something else. It was a look that was making her grow hotter than she already was. But if it was a distraction he was aiming for, she would not be so easily persuaded.
She charged towards him, her arm striking hard and fast, her muscles flexing at each move. He responded swiftly, blocking every one of her advances, but she did not waver. With gritted teeth she pushed on, occasionally landing a brief strike but pursuing forward. Hearty sounds could be heard from the two. Her harsh breathes came out with soft grunts, while his resembled heavy puffs.
She kept striking, pushing him back. He began moving back towards the corner of the ring, still expertly dodging most of her attacks. When his back hit the corner, he threw his arms up briefly, sheltering his face, waiting for that splint second that she would pull away. When she did, she came back with one arm but he quickly grabbed her petite wrists, halting her.
He used this chance to swing his free arm forward, but she too responded immediately, her small hand grabbing his wrist, and turning it over.
They were at a standstill.
He held onto her tight, while her grip as well never loosened. Her mouth was slightly agape as she quickly exhaled each breath. She stared into those woodsy green eyes, they were sharp and vicious. She watched them glance at her plump lips, igniting a sudden spark within her.
There was an energy brewing between the two, and they had the decision on how they wished to act on it. His ferocity was unlike any other she experienced. Whether it was the fighting or his godlike appearance, it was slowly making her want more of him.
She felt his grip on her wrist loosen, until he completely let go. She still held firm, carefully reading his thoughts in case of any ulterior moves. Her gaze never wavered. With caution, he steadily stepped forward, watching her. As he moved, it was as if she could feel a sudden heat radiate around her, pulling her.
With his free arm, he reached for her hand that gripped him, as if signaling her it was alright to let go. With one final glance, the deal was sealed.
She dropped him, and their lips were simultaneously met with aggressive precision. His strong arms gripped her firmly, while he rapidly explored her soft lips. She wrapped her arms around his strong neck, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist. This sudden force pushed him hard against the corner the ring.
Heavy breathing was now replaced with her soft moans as she reveled in the feeling of his fingers exploring her exposed, silken back.
Without warning, he swiftly turned around, now pinning her against the corner. She gasped at the sudden movement before instantly returning their aggressive, yet passionate kiss. He was completely consuming her, his strength, his aroma, his roughness, she was overwhelmed with the need for pleasure.
But they were interrupted.
"Wolfe!" someone shouted.
He moved away from her lips, shooting his head towards the person with a glare to kill.
"What!" he asked sharply, his voice booming against her chest. She shivered beneath him, aching to taste his lips once more.
The man outside the ring widened his eyes when he noticed the position the two were in. Astraea recognized him, Luke. He was one of the coaches around the gym, and she had spoken to him from time to time. He was some years older than her, with stripes of gray highlighting the sides of his hair and he still wore obvious attraction. Astraea would've pursued him if he was not happily married.
Luke chuckled sheepishly, clearing his throat. "Later then," he said, turning around to leave them in what little privacy they had.
Astraea glanced up at him. "Wolfe, was it?" she whispered, her breath hitting him hard.
He smiled sensually. "Last name. You can call me Movaro," he said.
He leaned to the side of her, and whispered in her ear. "But if Wolfe is what you like, you can call me that too." His low, booming voice sent shudders down her back. With a flash of a smirk, she roughly grabbed his chin, forcefully pulling him towards her lips again.
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Whoop! 10th chapter! Is this a milestone or what? haha To me it is anyway!
Anyhow, it looks like Hale isn't the only one catching Astraea's eye...
As usual, thoughts, comments, concerns are always welcomed!
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