Forbidden Desires: The Neighbour Next Door

Behind Closed Doors

The soft click of the bedroom door echoed through the room as Ethan closed it behind him, shutting out the rest of the world. Isabelle stood near the bed, her breath coming in shallow, nervous gasps, but the look in her eyes was anything but uncertain. It was as though the tension that had been building between them for weeks had finally reached its boiling point, and there was no going back.

Ethan's heart raced, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, though it wasn't just excitement—it was the weight of knowing what they were about to do, the unspoken agreement between them that was about to come to fruition. He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Isabelle's, and she responded without hesitation, her body already pulling toward him like a magnet.

He reached out, his hand grazing her cheek softly, and Isabelle's lips parted, her breath catching in her throat. Her skin was warm to the touch, and she leaned into his palm, closing her eyes for just a moment as if savouring the brief contact.

"Are you sure about this?" Ethan asked, his voice low, almost hesitant despite the fire that burned in his chest. It was a question he knew the answer to, but he needed to hear it from her.

Isabelle opened her eyes and looked up at him, her expression soft but filled with desire. "I've never been more sure of anything," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I want this."

That was all he needed. Without another word, Ethan closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. Isabelle responded immediately, her arms winding around his neck as she pulled him closer, her body pressing against his with an urgency that sent a thrill through him.

The kiss deepened, their movements more heated, more frantic as the tension between them broke free. Ethan's hands roamed down her sides, feeling the curves of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. Isabelle moaned softly against his lips, her hands exploring his chest, her fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle beneath his shirt.

Ethan pulled back for a moment, his breath ragged as he looked at her. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. His hands found the hem of her dress, and with one smooth motion, he lifted it over her head, revealing her bare skin to the cool air of the room.

Isabelle shivered slightly, though not from the cold. Her body responded to his touch immediately—her skin flushing under his fingers, her breath quickening as his hands explored her. She reached for his shirt, her fingers fumbling slightly in her eagerness to pull it off. When she finally managed to lift it over his head, her breath hitched at the sight of his body—toned, strong, and exactly as she had imagined.

Ethan moved toward her again, his hands gliding over her shoulders, down her arms, and back up to cup her face as he kissed her again, more intensely this time. He could feel Isabelle's body responding to his touch, her heartbeat quickening, her skin warming under his fingers. The way she leaned into him, the way her breath hitched with every move he made—it all drove him wild.

His hands travelled down her back, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. The heat between their bodies was undeniable, and as their kisses became more urgent and more demanding, Isabelle let out a soft gasp, her body arching against him in response to the intensity of his touch.

Isabelle's fingers dug into his back, pulling him even closer as their bodies pressed together. Every touch, every kiss sent electric shocks through her, and she found herself losing all sense of reason, surrendering completely to the moment. She'd never felt like this before—so completely consumed by desire, by need.

Ethan's lips travelled down her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he pressed soft kisses along her collarbone. Isabelle's head fell back, her eyes closing as she let herself get lost in the sensation of his mouth on her skin. His hands moved lower, caressing her hips, her thighs, every inch of her body responding to his touch.

"Ethan..." she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hearing his name on her lips like that, in that way, sent a jolt of desire through him. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently, his body hovering over hers. For a moment, he just looked at her—the way her hair spread out across the pillow, the flush in her cheeks, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. She was stunning.

"You drive me crazy," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. His hands skimmed down her sides, the contact making her shiver beneath him.

Isabelle opened her eyes, gazing up at him with a mixture of longing and something else—something deeper. "Then stop waiting," she said softly, her voice daring him, inviting him.

Ethan didn't need any more encouragement. He lowered himself onto her, his lips finding hers again as their bodies intertwined, their movements slow at first, but quickly growing more heated. Every touch, every kiss, every gasp of pleasure drew them closer together, the rest of the world falling away as they gave in completely to the desire that had been building between them for so long.

Isabelle's body responded to Ethan's every move. She felt alive under his touch, her nerves tingling with every caress, every kiss. Her hands roamed over his back, and his shoulders, feeling the strength in his body as he moved against her. It was intoxicating—the way he touched her, the way he made her feel.

As their bodies moved together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, Ethan couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly they fit together. Isabelle responded to him in a way that no one ever had, her body moving with his as if they were made for each other.

And in that moment, behind closed doors, it didn't matter that they were breaking every rule, crossing every line. Nothing else mattered but the way they felt—together.

Time seemed to blur as they lost themselves in each other. Every touch, every sound, every breath between them was filled with a desperate kind of passion as if they both knew that what they were doing was dangerous, but neither of them could stop.

Ethan pulled Isabelle closer, their bodies intertwined as the intensity between them reached its peak. His grip tightened, and with a deep, shuddering breath, he felt himself give in completely. A rush of heat coursed through him as he unloaded into her, they both rode the wave of pleasure together.

When they finally collapsed together, spent and breathless, the room was silent but for the sound of their racing hearts. Ethan lay beside her, his arm draped over her waist as he pulled her close, their bodies still tangled together in the aftermath of their heated encounter.

Isabelle turned to face him, her expression soft but conflicted. "Ethan... what happens now?"

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "We meet again. at night, after Chloe's asleep. or when Sarah is at work. I'll make time for you."

Isabelle hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Okay," she whispered.

Ethan kissed her softly, his lips barely brushing against hers before he pulled away. "I'll be back."

As he slipped out of her bed and quietly left the house, Ethan knew one thing for sure—this wasn't over. It had only just begun.