5th Hidalgo: The Only War I Want Is With You, Cadet

His breath stuttered against my ear. “Oh… f**k,” Khaizen groaned, his voice low, rough, completely undone. The sound alone sent a wildfire through me. We were tangled together in the quiet darkness, the world reduced to nothing but heat, skin, and the way his hands held me like he was afraid I might disappear if he loosened his grip even for a second. My pulse raced everywhere he touched, along my waist, the curve of my back, the slope of my throat where his lips lingered like a promise. “Does it feel good, yeah?” I whispered, my voice barely steady. The look he gave me stole the rest of my breath. Dark eyes hooded, jaw tight, restraint hanging by a thread. His forehead dropped against mine as he let out a breath that trembled like he was barely holding himself together. “Too good,” he murmured. “You drive me insane, Scout. You’re so f*****g tight.” he groaned as he wreck the hell out of me. He’s not contented with just thrusting inside, he also played with my aching c**t. This man… God… Khaizen was built like effort itself, sharp shoulders, strong arms taut with restraint, every line of him carved by discipline and training. The kind of body the academy shaped but didn’t soften. Everything about him spoke of quiet power, contained fire, and the way he looked at me felt like he was barely keeping that fire from burning us both alive. I clung to him, fingers digging into the hard lines of muscle beneath his uniform shirt, broad shoulders, strong arms earned through discipline and endless training. He looked every bit the cadet the academy shaped him to be, yet in my arms he felt like something entirely different: raw, human, and achingly mine. He caught my wrist gently, lifting it to his lips. The kiss he pressed there wasn’t possessive… it was reverent. And God, he was beautiful. “Don’t come yet,” I breathed, not wanting to lose the moment yet. Not wanting this feeling to end. “Please…” I begged. He laughed softly against my skin, a broken sound heavy with wanting. “I’m trying,” he breathed. “You make that really hard, baby.” I smiled against his shoulder, drunk on the effect I had on him. I am so wet and always ready for his man, damn it. His hand traced my jaw, tilting my face up until our eyes met. His gaze dark, focused, filled with that fierce tenderness I never expected to find in someone sworn to steel and discipline. We kissed. Not sweet. Not slow. He thrust. Hard. Fast. Rough. 
For one suspended heartbeat, nothing existed but the two of us: no ranks, no rules, no expectations. Just a girl who had spent her life running from the military world… falling for the very man shaped by it. In that moment, none of it mattered. There was just us. Too close.
 Too intense. 
Too forbidden. His touch felt like confession. 
My lips against his skin felt like surrender. And when we finally come, we fell into each other completely, no walls, no ranks, no fear, only heat, vulnerability, and the kind of connection no rule book could contain. I can feel his hot seeds coming out of my p***y. It was that “lot” combined with mine. So f*****g satisfying. I guess this is what a warning looked like. Later, as we lay tangled together in the quiet aftermath, reality crept back in. This wasn’t just lust. This wasn’t just desire. It was reckless. Dangerous. 
And somehow… inevitable. I traced the line of his jaw, watching him breathe, wondering how something that felt so perfect could be so wrong. “Khaizen…” I whispered, the weight finally settling into my chest. He opened his eyes, calm again, guarded, the soldier returning too quickly. “I know,” he said softly as he kissed my forehead. Neither of us said what we were really thinking. We shouldn’t be doing this. 
But we already did. This was the kind of connection that could wreck everything… …and I am probably the one to blame.