Ashes Of The Throne | Part I

Chapter 156 | The One With The Sex Tape 🍆

Timeline - 36 Hours ago

Matthew held the phone just out of Eko's reach having watched the playback of their sex tape that Eko had left filming of them in the hotel room. A playful grin lit up his face as he zoomed in on the video. "Look at your face, babe," he murmured, clearly enjoying the sight of her caught in pure ecstasy. An enticing moan from the video echoed through the speakers, making Eko laugh and reach to lower the volume.

But he lifted the phone higher, dodging her hand. Giggling, she grabbed his face, pulling him into a deep, lingering kiss, her tongue sweeping over his, leaving him momentarily distracted.

Amid their kiss, his thumb brushed the play button again, and they heard his low moan from the video suddenly fill the silence.

Grinning, he finally surrendered the phone to her, and Eko settled against his chest, feeling his warmth as they watched the scene. Her gaze softened, eyes tracing the image of him on screen, head thrown back as he moved in and out of her with all the passion she loved. "Look at you go," she murmured, smiling with a delicious spark in her eyes.

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Eko's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her nails raking down his back with deliberate pressure, leaving vivid trails in their wake. Her breath hitched, trembling, "Harder, Matthew. Stop holding back... Jesus."

Matthew's grip on her hips was unrelenting, his hands firm and steady as he slammed her against the edge of the dining table. The vase on the table toppled, crashing to the floor, but neither of them spared it a glance. His chest heaved as he locked eyes with her, the intensity in his gaze raw and consuming. "You think I'm holding back?" he rasped, his voice low, his tone sharp with challenge. "We both know how this ends—you begging for me."

She gasped, her lips parting in a shaky laugh, her fingers tightening in his hair as she arched against him. "You know it's my favorite thing to do."

Something shifted in his expression, his restraint snapping as he reached for her dress. With a single tug, the delicate fabric gave way, the sound of tearing filling the room as her dress fell in tatters to the floor. The cool air rushed over her bare skin, making her shiver as his hands followed, firm and insistent, mapping every curve with a rough reverence.

His fingers slipped to her thighs, pushing them apart with deliberate force, his movements decisive and controlled. "Stay still," he commanded, his tone firm but not unkind, his gaze locked onto hers. "Don't move."

Eko's heart raced, her body trembling beneath his touch, but defiance sparked in her eyes as she smirked. "And if I don't?" she whispered, her voice teasing but breathless.

His lips crashed against hers in response, his kiss demanding and full of heat. Pulling back just enough for their breath to mingle, he murmured, "Then I'll make sure you have no choice but to obey."

Matthew's growl deepened, his hands locking onto her waist with a force that left no room for hesitation, pulling her firmly against him. His teeth grazed her lower lip, catching it in a sharp nip that made her gasp. This wasn't just a kiss—it was a collision of dominance and defiance, a heated struggle for control. His hands roamed her body with deliberate intent, rough and unyielding, igniting trails of heat wherever they touched, staking his claim on every inch of her.

Eko's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her nails scraping against his scalp in a retaliation that only spurred him on. She met his fervor with equal intensity, her chest pressing against his as she bit his lip in a daring challenge. Her breaths came fast and shallow, her body trembling as his growl reverberated through her like a low, primal vibration that made her knees weaken.