“Again.”

Choso’s voice cuts through your breathing, his disinterested eyes watching you wipe the sweat from your brow. Except, he’s anything but disinterested. He’s losing his goddamn mind.

Seeing you like this, sweating, panting…it does something to him. He wonders if you’d sound like this beneath him on his sheets. What those trembling thighs would feel like, wrapped around his hips as he—

Get it together. You’re here to train her. Not fuck her.

He clears his throat to play off the lust simmering in his body, settling into a fighting stance and beckoning you to come at him.