The Soldier Next Door

I need to make a decision before I leave this room today. I can let Ana play me for a fool.

Well, ya…let her try…NôvelDrama.Org content.

But the fact is…I am not a man that easily backs down.

She has hurt me for far too many times, and for far too many times, I have given her the control and looked the other way. That control ends here today. I know deep in my heart that the final hurt is not over.

So, after taking several moments to clear my head and convince myself that this is indeed for the best, I get out of bed and glance over my shoulder at Ana…

This was a mistake.

I have let my guard down for a second; for a second, I let my pain get the better of me. One moment of weakness will be my downfall. I knew that I should not have come here. There is a war raging in here, but there is an even bigger war raging in my heart.

So as I hear her voice come from behind me, I have only one thing to do, and that is turn around and face the woman that I once loved with my heart and soul. And it is with slow agony that I do so. Each little scuffle my hesitant feet make, I prepare myself for what awaits me. I truly do not think that any pain can be worse than the one that I am already feeling deep within my soul.

And with that, I take that steady turn. It is with great ease that I grab her around the waist and push her back into the wall behind her. She gasps and tries to free herself from my grip that has her hands firmly pinned above her head.

But…

I am soon surprised as she spins me around and has my back now firmly pressed against the wall. Her hands are cold yet firm as they pin my wrists above my head.

I rip my hands from his grip and fling her around until she is firmly secure between the grip of my arms. She tries to struggle, but I have her hands tight within my hold. She cannot move; she is trapped between the pure force of my body that is not allowing her to move an inch. Yet she pushes and tries her damndest to get away from me.

But…wait.

This is fucking crazy!

Not to mention goddamn hot.

“Ana, I am only going to ask you once, but I have a feeling that I will repeat myself. Now are you going to bring my son home? Or does this need to get ugly?”

“You have two chances, Ethan, and none of them looks very good for you.”

“Is that going to be your answer? For I would really reconsider that if I was you. I have not changed my mind; I will get the Cops to bring my child home.”

She pauses for a brief while as she tries to wiggle her hands loose from my grip, then she continues, “Then what was last night about?”

Well, let us think about that. “Oh, Ana, what do you think it was?”

“Sex?”

Ya, depth of stupid…do not mention that word when you are on top of a naked woman.

And next is me pulling her deep against the tightness of my body. And there it is…

“Ethan.”

“Ssshhh, Ana.”

I take a lock of her hair and twirl it around my finger, “God, I am going to regret this, but fuck, I just need…” I lean closer until my breath is lingering on the tips of her ear. “I want you.”

Then with absolute raw desire, I grab that damn peachy ass and pull every inch of her toned body into mine until we melt into each other.

In an instant, I tangle my hands in her hair and seek the softness of her lips. With every wink, I pull her closer, and then I pull away. I taunt and tease, slowly I will claim her as mine.

The carnal desire to feel that raw passion takes over my body. I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her off her feet and carry her back to the bed.

As I push her deeper into the soft sheets, I stare into her brown eyes. She arches her back and pushes herself into my raging erection. Her body whimpers and begs to be touched.

“Ethan.”

As she says my name, I feel a sharp bolt shoot straight through my heart, knowing that she will give me everything that I desire. My mind says no, but my body says yes; how can one have what you desire within arm’s reach but not want it at the same time.

Then all reasoning steps out the door.

I cannot keep my self-control any longer. I can feel my heart pounding beneath my flesh. Her touch sends my blood. My body freezes, and for a moment, I stop breathing, and a growl escapes my lips.

And the very moment that it escapes my lips, she brings hers closer, “Ethan, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

My hands slide up her thighs…

She moans and begs for me to further my touch. But not yet; I am not ready to take her yet.

She slides her hands through my hair and knots her fingers in it; she slowly pulls me closer to her, so close that our lips almost touch. Her sweetness attacks every corner of my senses. She is a breath of fresh air on a bed of wet flowers that is burning hot in the sun. Just thinking of letting myself get lost in her sends a pure ache of craving to my very much throbbing erection.

Her entire body quivers beneath me.

“Fuck. I just want more of you.”

She moans in my ear as her lips tremble, “Fuck, Ethan, if you don’t take me now.”

“Patience, Ana, we have all the time in the world.”

Then ever so slowly and painfully…

The waves of emotions she brings to my body just make me beg and scream for more. I know I should not, I know I should stop and go home, but I cannot. She captivates me; she draws me in with every inch of my skin.

Looking at her beauty does not only take my breath away; it knocks all the air out from my chest. Now she is lying here in front of me for mine to take. I have never been known as a man that loses control.

Ya!

I am about to lose control in Ana…again.

For one brief moment, the words leave my lips in only but a soft whimper, “I…I should not be doing this.”

But I have come this far, and I am not stopping now; I need to feel her deeper; I need to feel her melt into my body. Our naked skin touching together, moving softly together, just like the finest of silk. Our bodies fitting together as if we were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel the natural rhythm. Both of us move in an intoxicated dance of limbs, never making the same move twice.

Then I stop for a moment and look back into her eyes, there is a softness in them, but there is the same raw desire that I feel. I touch my forehead to hers, and I can feel the heat radiating through her skin. It fills my body, from head to toe, invigorating me and filling me with passion. And just for a moment, the world around us slows.

I run my warm breath slowly over her soft cheek to her deep red velvety lips. They are but only an inch away from touching hers. Then with only one wink, they touch. I cannot help but close my eyes as my senses are filled with the taste of cotton candy.

I can feel her heart rate as it picks up a pace; I have her right where I want her to be. With the utmost confidence that I have her hooked, I step away from her body, “Now I am repeating myself, and I fucking hate it. You have five minutes to get your shit together and come home, or I will see you on the other side of a place that you do not want to be. So what is it going to be, and let me warn you, think very carefully about what your answer is going to be.”

I hear as she stutters while trying to catch her breath. She is still caught under my spell, yet, she finds her voice again, “But, we…”

As I slip back into my jeans and flip my shirt over my head, “No buts, Ana. Me and you, well, there is no such thing. But you will come home, I fucking own your ass, and you have my son. So what is it going to be?”