Amidst the frenzied atmosphere of the auditorium, his focus remained solely on her. Matthew followed closely behind Eko, the colorful spectacle above paling in comparison to what she meant to him. With an unspoken urge, he took hold of her wrist and maneuvered her out of the auditorium.

Unnoticed by the frenzied fan clubs and friends, they escaped the clamor. Emerging into the hallway, the afterglow of the light show dimmed, isolating them. Her heart thumped as he urged her forward, his grip tightening with each step.

Finally, they burst through the doors, and the outside world rushed in, a sudden shock to her senses. But there was no time for reflection. In that moment, he slid his fingers between hers. Her breath caught in her throat as their hands locked together, a tangible connection that sent her heart racing. It might have been a small lapse of judgment on his part, but one Eko wasn't going to alert him to.

He led her down the twisting hallways, his mind consumed by a desperate need for escape. Between the third and fourth turn, uncertainty crept in, and he abruptly spun her away from him.

As she whirled out, her satin dress billowed and swirled around her, the fabric flowing like water. But just as suddenly, he tugged her back towards him, pulling her into the safety of his embrace.

The impact of his chest against hers knocked the wind out of her, but the rush of adrenaline only served to intensify her desire for him. Her heart beat like a drum, pounding relentlessly in her chest, as she struggled to keep her composure.

Matthew's hand found its way to her face, his fingers gripping her cheek as their eyes locked together in a fierce gaze.

"I don't do jealousy," he growled, his voice dark and intense. "But nor does the idea of someone else with you sit well with me."

"It's just dancing," she said softly, well aware of his temper.

"It leads to fucking," he replied, his voice laced with danger.

"And you don't want that?" 

Her words ignited a flame within him, and he sensed that she was deliberately testing him. He couldn't help but feel that her sky-blue eyes were daring him to give an answer he couldn't possibly offer. 

Yet, her words forced him to reevaluate everything - their situation, their connection, and what she was becoming to him. In that moment, he felt a sudden sense of vulnerability, as if he was being stripped bare for her to see.

The concept was foreign to him, and Matthew wasn't sure how to feel about it. But tonight wasn't the night for introspection, not after what Cid had just laid on him.

Instead, he relied on the one thing that had always worked in the past - he pulled Eko close to him, and their lips met in a fiery kiss. It ignited a wildfire of passion that surged through their veins, overwhelming them both.

Eko's fingers were like tendrils of fire in Matthew's hair as he drew her closer, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. The sensation of her body pressed against his was electrifying, sending shivers down his spine. Their tongues danced together, each movement intensifying the desire between them

Eko found herself lost in her hunger and need for Matthew, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to ignore how real her feelings might actually be for him. That she cared immensely for this human being in ways she had never felt for someone before. She knew that everything between them had been building and it was also something that was tipping her over the edge, just like the mere thought of him being with someone else was enough to push her off that cliff face. Just as she thought she was going crazy with her thoughts, she heard him utter a confession that sent shivers down her spine.

"God, I want to keep you for myself." Almost like he was talking to himself.

Eko was consumed by those delectable words, and she couldn't respond as Matthew took her mouth again, his tongue invading hers in a relentless assault. She closed her eyes, completely immersed in the moment, unaware of his hand sliding between the fabric of her satin dress.

She only became aware of his carnal intentions when his fingers slipped into her panties. Eko couldn't concentrate on anything else as he penetrated her deeply with two fingers, causing her to pant his name in disbelief

He moved his fingers tantalizingly slow, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything else. With each thrust, Eko's hips lifted to meet his, her mind clouded with pleasure, and she was calling out his name.

"Don't Matthew me - you," he growled, fully aware of the effect he had on her. "This is all your fault, and I don't have any restraints when it comes to you."

"I've noticed," she moaned louder. "I think I'm going to come."

"Not yet," he scolded, his thumb expertly circling and pressing down on her sex. Eko's body writhed beneath his touch, but he slowed down, bringing her back from the edge of ecstasy.

Finally, he withdrew his fingers from between her panties, and Eko looked up at him, hooked by his gaze. The hunger and longing in his eyes matched her own.

"You want to keep me for yourself, huh?" Eko whispered, pushing the boundaries. Matthew smirked and kissed her hard, never giving her a chance to ask for an answer. Holding her close, he stepped backward and felt for the button to open one of the doors. His palm hit the wall, and the doors swooshed open, allowing them to enter the room

They slipped inside, and the doors closed behind them. The smaller auditorium, typically used for lectures, was dimly lit by the academy's outside lights filtering in through the glass ceiling. The fireworks continued outside, illuminating the room with each echoing bang that filled the skies.

Eko reached the desk, feeling her legs hit the table, bringing them to a stop. She then hungrily pulled at his shirt, her hands quick and agile, even as her mouth kept him distracted. Within moments, the last buttons were undone, and she greedily tugged at the shirt that was tucked into his pants.

"I want all of this," she demanded, pushing his jacket and shirt from his shoulders as they both let the articles of clothing fall to the floor. "I want to keep you to myself too."

The megawatt smile surfaced, and Eko couldn't help the grin that appeared on her own face when she looked up at him.

"What have you done to me, Eko?" he questioned himself more than her. "What is this?"

He didn't give her a chance to respond. Instead, he gathered her in his arms, thrusting his hands into her hair and entangling his fingers in her luscious brunette locks. Grasping her hair, he pulled her head back, exposing easy access to her throat and neck.

His lips started at her neck, making his way up her jawline, nipping softly. Eko wanted this man desperately, in all the ways she could have him. It terrified her that it now went beyond the basic laws of just sex.

Her fingers clumsily worked on his belt, unfastening it from his waist, feeling his warm breath on her skin as he kissed her behind her ear. She continued to undo his pants, working on the button and zipper, feeling his firm erection pressing against her.

Matthew traced his way back up to her lips, his weight pressing down on her as she leaned back, his free arm clearing the desk of its contents. With a resounding thud, the items fell to the floor, and Eko was pushed back along the table.

"You are mine," he growled, his voice rough with desire. The feeling of euphoria had taken over as his fingers hungrily pushed up her dress and pulled down her black panties, which fell around her ankles before they were removed completely.

"For the record," Eko began, as Matthew's attention returned to her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and whispered, "No one has been with me since you."

Matthew eagerly kissed her, savoring her sweet moans and whimpers that were so intoxicating to his senses.

"Good, good, good," he repeated in a daze, his tone hushed, overwhelmed by the intensity of what he was feeling. That was it for him. Jesus Christ, his mind mused, what had he gotten himself into?

She was completely taking control of him, and he was helpless to resist. The scent of her, the feel of her skin against his, her voice, her laughter, everything invaded his world. Now, being too deep in this, he realized that he didn't know how he was going to come out of this alive when she was finished with him. 

That's when he heard her gasp in pleasure, and his body convulsed when he realized that her eager hands had taken hold of him and guided him into her, his cock throbbed when he entered her, deep to her core. Bewildered for a moment and nearly losing his resolve, another side of Matthew took over as he began the rhythmic motion, it was almost a cathartic sensation, forcing Eko to suddenly spiral into ecstasy.

"Say you're mine..." he commanded using her weakest moments against her, forcing her into submission, as he continued to move inside her. "Say it baby."

She cried out his name in delirium, hardly recognizing the high-pitched, needy tone of her own voice. With each scream of his name, he realized that she had consumed his thoughts for weeks. He felt dazed, as if underwater, drowning in the crashing waves of her presence in his life.

He sought to reclaim control, forcefully pressing Eko against the desk. She lay half-naked, her back arched in ecstasy as he thrust into her. Matthew's hands tightened around her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he moved in and out with powerful thrusts.

"Say it," he gritted his teeth, demanding her to tell him. In response, she arched her hips to meet him, watching as he began to lose control. Every time he filled her and hit his hilt, it unraveled the commander, revealing a side of him she had never seen before.

"Keep going," she watched him in delight, loving that he obeyed her, continuing his wondrous rhythm of assaults against her. Filling her, stretching her with each merciless thrust. He drove her to the edge of pleasure, over and over again, and she was consumed by the way he continued to spiral her into ecstasy.

"Come," her voice was seductive, commanding him, "you're all mine, Matthew." His eyes snapped open to hers, "come," she purred, and then moaned, fully aware of the effect it was having on him.

Matthew found that with each moan that escaped her lips, he spiralled deeper into the intoxicating pleasure she was giving him. "You and I both know that I'm the only one who can make you feel this way," she whispered seductively, arching her hips against his, pushing him closer to the edge.

How was she doing this to him?  How was she destroying him in the one way that he knew how to keep under control?

Shaking off his thoughts and desperate for control, he yanked her body closer, taking charge. Eko was surprised by his sudden assertiveness. His hand moved from her hip to her sex, pressing his thumb against her G-spot. She gasped in pleasure, her eyes widening at the sensation. She was amazed at how quickly he turned the tables, and she hated how well he knew her body, how easily he found her pleasure points.

"What... w-w ... oh." Her words were incoherent as he continued his slow, perfect movements, hitting the delectable sweet spot. Eko arched backward again, her fingers gripping her hairline as she lost all sense of her world. "Oh... f-fu...k... oh," 

Matthew smirked, knowing she was close to breaking. Her babbling continued as he drove her quivering body close to the edge. With one last thrust, Eko fell into her orgasm, embracing it wondrously. Matthew refused to stop, and for Eko, it went on and on, her mind-numbingly lost in pleasure.

This had gone beyond a skin crush, what they had between them was a hurricane of a storm that had been electrifying their blood.