Burning Desires

Part 2

As Rhys brought his sword down, Fiona sidestepped it, raising her own sword in an attempt to disarm him. However, Rhys quickly dodged and jumped out of the way, causing him to stumble forward and crash into Fiona. They fell to the ground, panting and grunting from the effort, their bodies slamming together.

Rhys looked down at Fiona for a moment, breathing heavily. His face was just inches away from hers, and they could feel each other's breath on their skin. Fiona looked up at him with a mix of frustration and something else. Her face was flushed from the exercise and along with their position on the ground. She tried to get up and move away, but Rhys rolled to pin her down, holding her arms tightly above her head.

As Rhys pinned Fiona to the ground, she glared at him with defiance. "What, you think just because you're on top, you're in control?" she hissed, her breath still laboured from the fight. "You'll have to do a lot more than that to break me, idiot."

"Oh yeah? Challenge accepted." Rhys smirked, leaning closer to her face. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson on who's really in charge here."

"You can try, but I'm not going down without a fight," Fiona snapped back, glaring up at him. "And I'm not going to roll over and let you win either."

With a sudden burst of strength, she bucked her hips and tried to throw him off, but Rhys quickly pushed her back down again, their bodies pressing together once more.

"Feisty, aren't you?" Rhys teased, a hint of amusement in his voice as he gazed down at Fiona. "I like it when you struggle."

Fiona glared back up at him, her eyes narrowed. "Don't get cocky. You have no idea who you're dealing with."

Rhys chuckled, leaning in even closer, his face just inches away from hers. "Oh, I think I understand perfectly well. But don't worry, I can handle a little challenge. I always do, after all."

Fiona tried to resist, but she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest from his proximity and the intensity of their situation. "You're insufferable," she muttered, her voice betraying a slight hint of arousal.

Rhys grinned down at her, his face just inches away from hers. "Oh, I don't think I'll be letting you go anytime soon," he taunted, keeping her pinned down. "You're not going to get the upper hand here."

Despite her resistance, Fiona found herself unable to move, the weight of his body on her keeping her in place and making her feel hundreds of jittery emotions at the same time. She couldn't seem to decipher whether she wanted to finish him literally or otherwise. She looked up at him, defiance and anger mixing in her expression. "Let go of me, moron," she spat, trying to twist out of his grip again. "You think you're tough? You're not the only one with a temper."

Rhys smirked, unimpressed by her struggle. "Oh, so you're still putting up a fight, huh? Too bad for you, I don't give up that easily." He taunted, leaning down closer to her face.

Fiona glared at him, her eyes flickering with both frustration and excitement. "You'll never tame me," she muttered, her voice low but determined. "I don't submit to anyone, especially someone like you."

Rhys's smirk widened as he gazed down at her. "I'll be the judge of that," he said, his tone turning suggestive. "But don't worry, I won't make it easy for you."

Fiona's heart fluttered a bit at his words, her breathing speeding up slightly. She tried to suppress the feeling but couldn't help feeling a small thrill for a split second at the thought of continuing the fight, even if she'd eventually lose. "You can try, but you'll fail," she taunted back, not letting her guard down but still feeling the stirring of excitement.

"Is that all you've got, hotshot? You can't beat me in a real fight, so you have to resort to manhandling me?" Fiona taunted, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "You really should work on your technique, and maybe your swordplay might improve too."