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Draken reached back home. As soon as he stepped inside. The delicious aroma of food wafted through his nose as he breathed in deeply. He couldn't focus properly today. All he had been thinking was about her. How she breathed heavily after their training every day. Her training attires. Her small delicate frame. Those perky breasts. F*ck.

It has been two weeks since he had started training her and f*ck him. It was extreme torture for him to see her in that attire every morning and not be able to touch her.

He loved her flushed cheeks as she lunged at him to attack. Though he wasn't a Saint so when it was his time to attack, he looked for openings to touch her. To pin her down on the ground. It took everything in him not to take her then and there during training.

The way she bounces on the balls of her feet as her ponytail bobbed with her, urging him to wrap it in a fist and do sinful things to her.

He wanted to see that expression on her face again. The one he saw when he gently fing