As Eko felt the last meandering assault within her, she couldn't help but marvel at the way Matthew's body responded to hers, how he elicited every nerve ending in her body with what he could do. His release was uncontrollable, and she watched as he poured everything into her body.
He panted, bewildered, as if he didn't even understand his own need to be with her, to stay somewhat sane - like some addiction. There was an incurable need about her that drew him back in, something that made him feel alive in a way that he had never felt before.
"Fuck," he whispered, looking down at the woman, his own heavy breathing mirrored by her own.
"I love how you lose control when you come," she offered, her eyes locked onto his in a salacious grin.
Matthew smirked. "As I've always said, your way with words, babe."
He leaned forward, grasping her waist, and hoisted her towards his body. Her beautiful smile flared up at him, and he found how addictive it became to have her looking at him like that. How he had never wanted her to stop looking at him quite like that.
"Eko..." the prayer of her name, as his eyes bounced between her own that adorned the black mask. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against hers in a tender kiss.
With one hand still holding her close, his free hand slipped to her neck, and his thumb caressed the bridge between her shoulder and her neck, "I need to get back. Cid's about to turn my world upside down."
"Hey," she became serious with his statement, wishing she could tell him that she understood this place he was in. That the expectation of so much more that was required would be a heavy burden he would have to walk around with and that it felt debilitating on days. She wanted to tell him that she might be the only one who could truly understand how he would feel in the weeks to come.
If only she could.
Matthew shook his head, pulling away from her. She watched as he rearranged himself. Eko stood up from the table, swiftly straightened her dress, put her panties back on, and attempted to brush her hair back into place.
She watched as Matthew slipped on his jacket and loosened his messy tie. Approaching him, Eko grasped his collar and drew him closer to her face. Her eyes, a shade of uneasy blue, met his steel gaze. "Talk to me," she urged, concerned about his demeanor.
"He fucked me over on this, Eko," the resentment rolled off his tongue. "He's running fucking scared, and I don't know why, after all this time."
She pursed her lips, shook her head, and then expertly adjusted his tie.
When she didn't respond, he snapped, "Never mind, it's not your problem," shaking his head as he regained control of his thoughts. "Forget I said anything."
These problems were not hers.
"Don't do that with me," Eko abruptly halted her adjustments, feeling annoyed with him as she glanced at up him briefly. Shaking her head when he softened, she returned to his tie, struggling to recall how to fix it properly. "I'm here okay, and I don't know what his doing either. It doesn't make sense."
"Hmm," he responded.
"Don't 'hmm' me," Eko retorted. "Talk to me."
The man stood still as she continued to fix his tie. He let out a deep breath. "Something has him on edge," he finally spoke.
"Do you think Ezra might have something to do with it?" Eko proposed, looking up at him. The man's eyebrows furrowed at the suggestion.
"With what though?"
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Ashes Of The Throne | Part I
Fantasy"Not every heir wants the throne." PART I | Some people survive war. Princess Sera survived what came after. Her kingdom is gone-burned to ash, buried in betrayal. She escaped the ruins with nothing but a haunted heart, a shattered name, and a secre...
