With Seraphina now pinned against me, the thrill of our playful combat morphed into something more electrifying.
The combat room, filled with echoes of our earlier exchanges, began to feel almost intimate as I lowered my voice, teasing her. "So, you didn't think I'd actually go easy on you, did you?"
She rolled her eyes, struggling against my grip but only to make a point. "You know, this is a classic case of 'hell hath no fury' I was being nice when I offered to spar, but now?
You've crossed a line." Her tone was half-serious, half-mischievous, and I knew she was playing along, adjusting her strategies both physically and verbally.
I leaned in closer, biting back a laugh. "And what exactly are you going to do about it?"
In a swift and unexpected move, Seraphina twisted her body, using her hips to unbalance me, and suddenly I was the one on my back, staring up at the ceiling as she straddled me once more.
