Page 9 of Stalked By the Soldier

She wraps her legs around me tighter, pulling me deeper into her until our bodies are flush against each other, leaving no space for anything else.

"I-I'm going to..." she stammers out just as I feel her walls clamp down on me. Her orgasm sends me over the edge.

"Erica," I groan, feeling her tighten around me, her body gripping mine in a vice of passion. I capture her lips again, swallowing her cries as I continue to thrust inside her.

"More," she whispers, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I give her what she asks for, what I need too—the unbridled release, the raw intensity of two souls entwined.

Another climax rips through her, a tidal wave that crashes into me, dragging me under until I'm lost in the depths of her. My own release follows, a surge of heat that brands her name onto every cell of my being.

"Erica," I pant, spent, knowing that this—us—is the realest thing I've ever felt.

I pull her close, her body still trembling against mine. We're a tangle of limbs, a mess of sheets barely clinging to the edge of the bed. Our skin glistens with the evidence of our desire, and every breath we take is heavy with satisfaction.

"Wow," she whispers, her voice filled with wonder and a hint of that cheeky humor I've come to adore. Her head rests on my chest, her hair a wild cascade of fire across my skin.

"Understatement of the year," I reply, my own voice hoarse with the aftermath of passion. The softness of her laughter vibrates through me, more soothing than any melody.

We're quiet for a moment, just breathing together, in and out, as if our lungs have synced up along with our heartbeats. It's intimate, this silence—more revealing than our naked bodies—and it speaks volumes about where we stand. With each heartbeat, I can feel the walls I've built around my heart crumbling, piece by piece.

"Brandon?" Erica lifts her head, those green eyes searching mine.

"Yeah?" My thumb brushes a damp strand of hair from her forehead, lingering on the softness of her skin.

"I’m yours." The words are simple, but they carry the weight of everything we've just shared.

I tighten my arms around her and plant a kiss on her forehead. “And I’m yours too, baby. Forever.”

EPILOGUE

Five years later

Erica

Years fold into each other, a patchwork of moments and milestones that Brandon and I have stitched together with threads of resilience and love. We dance through the trials—his deployments that stretch like endless nights, my art shows that often fall on deaf days. Yet, here we are, still us, still electric.

"Come on, babe," I coax, my voice a playful chirp as I tug on his arm. "One more round before you leave?" The military base life isn't all spit-shine and salutes. It's finding home in the heartbeat of the man who wears the uniform. And damn if I haven't made every barracks and base house our own personal canvas of love and lust.

"Erica," Brandon's blue eyes pierce mine, a flicker of that soldier's discipline in his gaze. But I know better. I see the wildfire just beneath. "You know I can't resist when you look at me like that."

"Then don't," I challenge, my free spirit unfurling between us like a flag in the wind. I've followed him across state lines and shorelines, turning temporary quarters into our forever for now. Each goodbye at the base gate is a promise whispered, each hello a world reborn.

"Every assignment, every move—I do it for us," I murmur against his lips, the taste of commitment sweet and strong between us. Because this right here, this love, it's worth every mile, every moment. And I'd trail his camo-clad shadow to the ends of the earth, just for the chance to be his peace amid the chaos.

I nip at his lips with my teeth, my pussy already growing wet.

His hands find my waist, thumbs drawing lazy circles over my hip bones. "You're incorrigible," he says, but his blue eyes are dancing with the mirth he tries so hard to hide.

"Guilty as charged," I admit, voice dropping to a sultry whisper as I lean in close, noses brushing. I can feel his breath hitch, our shared air charged with the electricity that's danced between us since the day we met.

"Remember that move you pulled last night?" I murmur, lips grazing his earlobe just so, causing a shiver to run through his frame. "Think you could do it again? Only slower this time, maybe add a twist?"

"Erica," he groans, and there's that wildfire, burning away any pretense of control. He stands abruptly, towering over me, and I'm reminded of how much I love the way he fills the space around us. He cups my face gently, thumbs tracing the high of my cheekbones, the intensity in his gaze pinning me in place.

"Twist, huh?" His voice is low, teasing, his touch sending a bolt of heat straight through me. "You might have to demonstrate exactly what you mean."

"Wouldn't you like to know," I retort with a wicked grin, backing away just out of reach, taunting him with the promise of what's to come. It's a dance we've perfected, the push and pull, the playful battle for dominance that always ends with us tangled together, breathless and spent.

"Tease." He lunges forward, but I'm quick, darting away with a laugh that fills the room, echoing off the walls we've made our own.

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