Timeline - November 15th | ( Next Morning )
In a haze of semi-drunken passion, Matthew pulled Eko close, his lips crashing against hers with an intensity that left no room for hesitation. His tongue delved deeper into her parted lips, exploring every inch of her sweet, cherry-flavored mouth with a fierce hunger, tasting her like a man starved for something only she could give.
The feel of her tongue against his ignited a primal fire deep within him, a raw, instinctual urge compelling him to pull her down on top of him. His hands roamed over her back, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress, the softness of her curves beneath his fingertips. Their laughter bubbled up between kisses, a wild, carefree sound that filled the room, mingling with the rising storm outside.
They had just returned from the birthday celebrations, the wee hours of the morning still cloaked in darkness, the world around them quiet and still, as if holding its breath. This was what they had been waiting for all night—for each kiss, each touch, to be a lightning bolt in the electrified air between them. Their ridiculous flirting, constant laughter, and unapologetic glances at one another had spoken volumes of their drunken happiness, an unspoken understanding that tonight, they were all that mattered.
Eko's fingers threaded through his soft, unruly hair, sending electric shivers down Matthew's spine. Her touch was both tender and possessive, exactly the way he loved it from her, because her passion matched the storm that brewed within him. Outside, they heard the early pitter-patter of rain, the grey clouds splitting open to unleash a tempest over Allegiant. Suddenly, without warning, the heavy rain belted against the glass windows, creating a symphony of nature's fury that perfectly mirrored the intensity of their sexual hunger.
Matthew's hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer still, as if proximity alone could quench the fiery need coursing through him. Eko's other hand roamed his solid chest, slipping under his shirt to trace the contours of his chiseled muscles, her fingers leaving trails of heat in their wake. His lips trailed along the nape of her neck, each kiss drawing out a delicious moan of excitement from her. Eko gripped the fabric of his collared shirt, tearing at it hungrily. The buttons scattered across the room as she eagerly stripped it off him, her desperation to have him consuming her.
His hands then traveled up her sides, grabbing the ends of her dress and pulling it over her head in one swift motion. With her body now fully exposed, his hands caressed every inch of her, savoring the warmth and smoothness of her skin. Her nipples hardened under his thumbs, sending waves of pleasure through her body that made her gasp. He craved the feel of her bare skin against his, the soft curves of her perky breasts all to himself.
Eko continued to hungrily explore every inch of his skin, her hands roaming with a desperation. The contrast between the heat of his lips and the coolness of his breath as he kissed down her neck sent shivers of pleasure through her. When his teeth grazed her collarbone, a sharp, thrilling sensation surged through her, igniting every nerve in her body.
Their movements became more frantic, more desperate, as they surrendered to the raw, primal need that had been building all night. Before Matthew could fully comprehend what was happening, Eko's expert fingers unbuttoned his pants, freeing him from the confines of his clothing. She yanked them off with a sense of urgency, her breath quickening as she tore his black collared shirt the rest of the way off, the fabric yielding to her fervor. With a determined push, she guided him back onto the bed, feeling his fingers slide between her legs, then in-between her sex, locating the source of all her arousal.
Rolling the swollen pearl beneath his thumb, he persisted despite her fingers digging into his chest, leaving faint red marks. Matthew watched with satisfaction as she gasped and moaned his name in sweet ecstasy, her body responding to his every touch. His mouth descended on hers, devouring her hungrily.
"That's my girl," he moaned, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent another wave of desire crashing through her. His words were a potent aphrodisiac, heightening her already overwhelming arousal.
Eko was barely able to keep her thoughts together, her mind clouded with pleasure, when suddenly, a surge of determination snapped her back to reality. This was his birthday, and she wanted to devour him with every ounce of love and desire burning within her. With a swift, fluid movement, she pushed him back slightly, disrupting his concentration. Her hands pressed firmly against his chest, guiding him backward until he fell onto his back, his eyes wide with anticipation.
Before he could recover, Eko moved with a predatory grace, straddling him with a confidence that sent a thrill through both of them. She positioned herself above him, feeling the heat of him pressing insistently against her already wet folds. She paused, their eyes locking, hers blazing with an intensity.
"Happy birthday, baby," she grinned, her voice dripping with seductive intent. With a deliberate, tantalizing slowness, she let herself sink down onto his cock, taking him inch by inch, feeling every moment as he filled her completely. The raw intensity of their connection made her breath catch, her body trembling with the sensation. When he was fully inside her, she heard him let out a guttural gasp, his head arching back, his throat exposed in a vulnerable display of pleasure. His hands instinctively gripped her hips, desperate to pull her closer, as if he could fuse them together in that moment of pure, unbridled ecstasy.
Eko's hips began to move, at first with a teasing, languid rhythm that allowed him to feel every inch of her tight, wet heat. Her hands roamed over his chest, nails leaving faint red trails as she steadied herself, her body moving with a natural, fluid grace. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her breath hot against his ear. ""Come for me, baby. I want to feel you lose it inside me," she moaned.
Matthew was lost in her words, his body responding to her command with an overwhelming need. Just as he was consumed by the sensation, Eko shifted her weight, pulling back slightly before driving her hips down with a fierce, determined rhythm. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat as her movements became faster, more intense. Her hips undulated with a primal, almost feral energy that sent him spiraling into a frenzy of pleasure.
Each thrust was powerful, deliberate, as if she was claiming him with every movement. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of skin against skin, accompanied by the rain hammering against the windows. Leaning forward, her hands gripped his shoulders for leverage, her high ponytail swaying wildly with the intensity of their movements. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she pushed them both closer to the edge.
Matthew's hands tightened on her hips, fingers digging into her skin as he tried to keep up with her relentless pace. His entire body tensed as the pleasure built, each thrust forcing that familiar moan from deep within him, growing louder with every motion. He loved how she could drive him to the brink, her power over him absolute.
"That's it, baby, let go," Eko's rhythm became almost brutal in its intensity, her hips slamming down onto him with a force that left him gasping for breath. She was relentless, reveling in the expressions of pleasure that crossed his features, watching him unravel beneath her touch.
"We... need to stop," Matthew moaned out, a desperate edge to his voice as he tried to hold on, wanting more but knowing his body was betraying him.
"No, baby," Eko moaned, feeling a tightening in her core, the telltale signs of her impending climax. She was too close, and the thought of stopping was unthinkable. "God, we're not stopping, Matthew," she moaned again, her voice a breathless plea, the world outside ceasing to exist. There was only Matthew, only this moment. She felt his muscles tense beneath her, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as his control slipped away.
"God, I can't," he nearly screamed, his voice trembling with desperation as his fingers clawed into her hips, gripping her with a frantic intensity. "Eko, s-stop!" His voice was raw, teetering on the edge of breaking, as he gasped for breath, his body wracked with the overwhelming pleasure that surged through him. He was panting, desperately trying to hold on, but the pleasure was too much, too intense, consuming him in a way that left him helpless, teetering on the brink of surrender.
"That's it, baby," Eko commanded, her voice dripping with a mix of authority and lust as she watched him fall apart beneath her. She felt a rush of satisfaction as he became utterly consumed by the sensations she was orchestrating, his body responding to her every move. His head rolled back, exposing his throat again, his eyes clenched shut, and she could see the strain on his face, the way he fought to hold on even as pleasure overwhelmed him.
His fingers dug into her thighs with a desperate intensity, the pressure almost painful, she could feel his need, the way his cock throbbed inside her, the way he clung to her as if she was the only thing grounding him in a world of overwhelming pleasure.
Eko leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she increased the pace, her hips moving with a relentless rhythm that pushed him further. "Look at you," she moaned, her voice heavy with lust, "completely at my mercy, so fucking lost in it." Her words were a taunt, a tease, designed to push him even further, to make him lose every shred of control he had left.
As his hands tightened on her thighs, the grip almost bruising in its desperation, Eko felt the mounting pressure inside her, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through her body, pushing her closer to the edge. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and there was only so much longer she could hold on.
"Oh god, I'm gonna come," she screamed, her voice raw and desperate, her need evident in every breathless word. The sensation was consuming her, her climax threatening to overtake her at any moment. She began to move faster, straightening her body as her hips rolled with a relentless, punishing rhythm, determined to bring them both to the brink. Her hands found his throat, her grip firm as she rode him harder, her breath coming in gasps as the intensity of their connection overwhelmed her.
"Fuck, fuck!" Eko cried out, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Her walls clenched around him, gripping him with a fierce, almost desperate intensity as she screamed his name. Her eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy, her entire being consumed by the pleasure that ripped through her. Matthew, in a fleeting moment of clarity, managed to open his eyes to witness her in the throes of her orgasm. Her back arched, her breasts thrust forward, and she was a vision of pure, unadulterated desire. The sight of her, completely lost in pleasure, was almost too much for him to bear.
His hips bucked up into her, desperate to prolong the moment, to savor every last second as he felt her clenching tightly around him, her body responding to his in perfect, electrifying harmony. The way she squeezed him, as if trying to pull him deeper, made his entire body react—his muscles locking as the pleasure surged through him, overwhelming and unstoppable.
"Fuck, god, Eko!" he screamed, his voice breaking with the sheer intensity of the sensation. With a final, powerful thrust, he drove himself as deep as he could go, the force of his climax consuming him completely. He let out a primal cry, his voice raw and unrestrained, echoing through the room as he surrendered to the ecstasy that tore through him. Every nerve in his body was on fire, his release so powerful it left him trembling and gasping for breath.
Eko could feel his fingers digging into her flesh, his grip tightening with a desperate need to hold onto her as his orgasm ripped through him. She felt every desperate throb of his cock inside her, the way his body responded differently when he begun to hit that ultimate high with her, the pulsing intensity sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. The sensation of his release was unmistakable, his cock pulsing with a frantic urgency that sent a thrill of satisfaction coursing through her, knowing she had driven him to this point of utter surrender.
"Oh god, that's it," Eko moaned, knowing he was on the brink, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt him pulse inside her. "Fuck, you look so good like this!" she cried out, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Louder, baby! Fuck, scream louder for me!" Her words were both a demand and a plea, driving him even deeper into his release.
Matthew's response was immediate and visceral, a deep, guttural cry ripping from his throat as the pleasure overtook him. Eko felt him still for a moment, his body tense and trembling, before he emptied himself deep within her. The atmosphere—the partying, the alcohol—had only intensified the moment, making it all the more potent, all the more consuming. For Eko, it only deepened her love for him, overwhelming her with the depth of her feelings.
Because as much as they were fucking, it was also lovemaking in its rawest, purest form. Every thrust, every gasp, every desperate cry only made him more hers. There was nothing she wanted more than to be with him, to feel this connection, this intensity, for the rest of her life. The thought filled her with a profound sense of contentment and devotion, something that transcended mere physical connection—it was the essence of who she was with him, the very core of their bond.
As the intensity finally began to fade, Eko collapsed onto his chest, both of them gasping for breath, their bodies still trembling from the force of their lovemaking. The air around them was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, their mingled breaths the only sound breaking the heavy silence that followed. Eko remained on top of him, her body still quivering with the aftershocks, savoring the sensation of being so utterly, intimately connected to him.
Her fingers trailed softly over his skin, her touch gentle and loving as she pressed herself closer to him. Matthew's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as exhaustion began to take over. But in that moment, with her warmth pressed against him and the sound of her breath in his ear, he found a peace that was almost otherworldly.
Eko pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone, her lips lingering as she made her way down his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her lips. As she observed the rise and fall of his chest, she silently counted his heartbeats, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Each beat was a reassurance, a reminder that he was there with her, alive and safe. Her inner voice reassured her that his heart was functioning normally, that the ICD was doing its job.
Yet, the lingering worry persisted, a shadow that she couldn't completely shake. But she found comfort in knowing that her boyfriend was safe under her watchful gaze. She took solace in the small details—the warmth of his skin, the steady strength of his heartbeat, the softness of his breath against her hair. These were the things that grounded her, that kept her anchored in the present, even as the memories of their past struggles threatened to pull her away.
Eko's gaze shifted to the scars on his body, remnants of the injury he sustained while on Creon. She traced the main one down his sternum with gentle fingers, a silent vow to herself to protect him at all costs. The memories of that night flashed in her mind, the fear and desperation still raw, the moment when she thought she might lose him forever.
The storm outside continued its symphony, the rain hammering against the windows in a calming rhythm, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions inside her. Eko closed her eyes, her ear pressed against Matthew's heart as she got lost in its rhythmic beat, each thud a reminder of the life they shared, the bond that tied them together.
"Sun in the skies, navy blue eyes, you are the reason I can survive..."Matthew hummed softly, the familiar melody wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. The song had always stuck with him, and now it enveloped her, feeling Matthew's warmth beneath her. His hand moved to her back, stroking it gently, his touch grounding her in the moment.
"I had a nightmare (oh) But now that I'm not scared," Eko sang back softly, her fingertips continuing to trail across his chest. Even if their lyrics were out of sync with the actual song, there were verses that held a deeper meaning for them, words that had become their own private love language.
"You'll be my best friend until we grow old," he continued, his voice low and soothing as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in closer. She gripped onto him tightly, her eyes snapping shut as she absorbed everything in that moment—the warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heart, the sound of the rain outside.
"So pull me tight and close your eyes," she smiled to herself, feeling his grip tighten around her, "Oh, my love, side to side."
They were lost in the moment, basking in the intensity of their connection, when a sudden, gentle cough echoed from the office, abruptly shattering the serene atmosphere. Eko's smile faltered, annoyance and suspicion creeping into her mind as she looked up to meet Matthew's gaze. He had also turned his attention to the door before glancing back at her, the naked woman straddling him.
"I'll deck the perverts," Matthew smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes before he leaned up to kiss her. His lips brushed against hers, a brief but tender kiss that made her forget the interruption, if only for a second. Then, with a playful grin, he rolled her off him, ready to confront whoever had the audacity to disturb their peace.
Eko couldn't help but laugh, her earlier annoyance melting away as she watched him move away from her. She quickly snuggled into the covers of the bed, enjoying the view of his naked butt as he moved around the room to locate his underwear and pants. He awkwardly pulled them on, hopping around to zip them up, the sight making her giggle softly. After finding his destroyed black collared shirt, he shrugged it on, leaving the buttons undone, and strolled back toward the bed.
"Get some sleep, I'll be back in two minutes," he smiled, leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips.
Eko nodded, stretching herself amidst the pillows and pulling the duvet cover over her naked body. As much as she wished to stay awake until his return, sleep was gradually overcoming her. The exhaustion from their night, combined with the soothing rhythm of the rain, lulled her into a drowsy state.
Smiling to herself, she knew one thing for sure: it was the best birthday party Matthew had ever had, and she was determined to make next year even better for him. She had 365 days to come up with a party to end all parties for him. Lost in the dream, she breathed in deeply, her mind already swirling with ideas and plans. The thought of surprising him filled her with warmth and excitement, the kind that only love could bring.
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Matthew made his way down the corridor, fiddling absently with his unbuttoned collared shirt. He soon gave up when he noticed that most of the buttons were missing, leaving his chest exposed to the cool air. His bare feet padded quietly on the floor, the pouring rain lashing against the windows, creating a somber and foreboding atmosphere.
His composed demeanor vanished the moment he stepped into the office and was met with an unexpected and unnerving sight—a woman standing by the fireplace, her presence radiating an aura of dark magic. She was completely at ease, as if she belonged there, scrutinizing the photos above the mantel with a disturbing familiarity. He watched as she picked up a frame from the shelf, studying it closely, her fingers casually brushing over the glass.
Matthew's eyes narrowed, his heartbeat quickening as he took in the self-satisfied smile on her face, a smile that sent a chill down his spine. The way she stood there, so calm, so assured, set every instinct in his body on high alert.
"Wanna tell me what you're doing in my office?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous as he interrupted her.
She chuckled softly, the sound dripping with condescension, and placed the childhood photo of him, Jesse, Toni, and Richie back on the shelf with deliberate care. When she finally turned to face him, her eyes were alight with a predatory gleam, her fingers sparking with a sinister energy that crackled in the air between them.
"Educating you, Matthew," she replied smoothly, her tone as casual as if they were discussing the weather. Her smile widened, dark and twisted, as she savored the tension in the room.
Matthew's instincts kicked in immediately. His hand snapped to the side, and in a flash of light, his sword materialized in his grip, the weight of the blade a reassuring presence. He gripped it tightly, his muscles tensing as he prepared himself for whatever was to come. The air around them seemed to thicken with the promise of violence, the danger of the moment palpable.
The woman's smile grew even wider, her eyes glittering with malevolent intent. "Let's see if you're ready for your lesson, little lamb," she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery.
Matthew's mind raced, his instincts kicking into high gear as he assessed the threat before him. The air crackled with their powers, an ominous energy that seemed to thicken with every passing second.
Outside, the storm raged, battering the windows with relentless force, but it was nothing compared to the tempest brewing in the office. He stepped forward, his gaze locked onto hers, but it was her laughter—cold, sharp, and cutting like steel—that sent a shiver down his spine. He hated that sound more than anything. It was the laughter of someone who thought they held the upper hand, someone who was here to do harm, to escalate their war to a whole new level.