Chapter 5: Taking Control
The air hung thick and still, heavy with the mingled scents of sweat, sex, and fading incense. Lilith lay sprawled half-across Matt’s chest, her breathing gradually slowing from frantic gasps to deep, even pulls. Her skin glistened faintly in the slivers of light cutting through the blinds, painting eerie stripes across her back. Matt’s arm was draped loosely over her waist, his own chest rising and falling rapidly, the frantic drumming of his heart slowly subsiding against her shoulder blade. The silence felt vast, charged, echoing with the phantom sounds of their frantic coupling.
Lilith shifted, a languid stretch that pressed her damp skin more firmly against his. Her fingers traced idle patterns on his sweat-slicked bicep. "Still breathing?" she murmured, her voice husky, scraped raw.
"Yeah," Matt rasped, the word catching in his dry throat. He stared up at the shifting shadows on the ceiling, trying to untangle the knot of sensation and emotion coiling in his gut. Relief warred with a lingering, unsettling thrill. Exhaustion battled a strange, buzzing alertness. He felt… claimed. Used. And terrifyingly alive.
Her chuckle vibrated against his ribs, low and knowing. "Good." She lifted her head slightly, her dark hair tickling his chin. Her green eyes, catching a sliver of light, fixed on his face. They held a familiar predatory gleam, softened only slightly by recent satiation. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
Before he could process the words, before he could even register the subtle shift in her posture, Matt moved. It wasn't conscious thought. It was pure, impulsive reaction – a surge of adrenaline, a counterpoint to her dominance, a desperate need to reclaim some shred of control in the dizzying vortex she’d pulled him into. With a low, guttural sound that was half-growl, half-exhalation, his hands clamped onto her hips. Not gently. Not tentatively. With sudden, bruising force.
He heaved.
Lilith gasped, a sharp, startled intake of breath as her body was wrenched sideways. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on the rumpled black sheets, finding none. Momentum carried her forward onto her hands and knees. She landed awkwardly, one knee slipping slightly on the slick fabric, her back arching instinctively. "Matt—!" Her voice was high, laced with genuine shock, cutting off abruptly.
He didn't hesitate. Didn't pause to gauge her reaction or reconsider. The sight of her like that – bent over, pale skin striped by shadow, the elegant curve of her spine leading down to the swell of her ass – ignited something primal and fierce within him. The memory of her command in the steamy bathroom, the feel of her hard cock beneath his hand, the terrifying surrender… it all coalesced into a single, driving impulse.
He surged forward onto his knees behind her. One hand remained clamped on her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh. The other guided himself. Not gently. Not carefully. He found the slickness coating her inner thighs, remnants of their earlier coupling, and used it, smearing it roughly over his own rigid length and against her tight, hidden entrance. He felt the fluttering resistance, the impossible tightness.
Then, with a grunt driven by pure, unthinking need, he drove forward. Hard.
"FUCK!" Lilith’s cry ripped through the stillness, sharp and ragged. It wasn't pain, not entirely. It was shock, violation, and beneath it, a raw, startled surge of sensation. Her body jerked violently forward against his thrust, her hands fisting the sheets, knuckles bone-white. Her head snapped back, dark hair flying.
He was buried deep, impossibly deep, in one brutal stroke. The tight, clenching heat was overwhelming, almost painful in its intensity. She felt impossibly tight, stretched wide around his invading girth. He froze for a fraction of a second, panting, buried to the hilt inside her ass, feeling her inner muscles clamp down in a vice-like spasm of shock and involuntary resistance. The sensation was raw, electric, utterly consuming.
"Jesus Christ," Lilith gasped, her voice trembling, strained. She pushed back weakly against him, a futile attempt to dislodge the sudden, brutal intrusion. "You fucking… animal…"
Matt didn't reply. Words were beyond him. The feel of her, so tight, so hot, so forbidden, sent shockwaves of pure, visceral sensation through him. His hand tightened brutally on her hip, pulling her back onto him, grinding his pelvis against the firm swell of her ass. He felt the slick slide as he withdrew slightly, then slammed back in, hard enough to make the bed frame groan and Lilith cry out again, this time a choked moan that dissolved into a shuddering gasp.
He set a punishing rhythm. Short, brutal thrusts. Deep. Relentless. Each powerful drive buried him fully inside her tight channel, stretching her open brutally with each invasion. The wet, obscene sounds filled the shadowed room – the slap of his hips against her ass, the slick, rhythmic squelch of his cock pistoning into her clenched depths. Sweat dripped from his brow onto the small of her back, tracing paths through the shadows.
Lilith’s initial resistance melted. Her moans, muffled against the sheets, grew louder, deeper, transforming from shock into ragged, desperate sounds of pleasure-pain. Her back arched deeper, presenting herself, pushing her ass back greedily to meet his savage thrusts. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, pulling them taut. "Oh god… fuck… yes…" The words were fractured, gasped out between ragged breaths. "Harder… you bastard… harder!"
He obeyed. Fueled by her demand, by the raw, animalistic energy coursing through him, Matt drove into her with renewed ferocity. His free hand slid forward from her hip, tangling in the wet hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her head back sharply. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her sweat-slicked back, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. "Take it," he growled, his voice thick, unrecognizable even to himself. "Take all of it, you fucking witch." He punctuated each word with a brutal thrust that rocked her entire body forward.
She whimpered, a high, keening sound. Her body trembled violently beneath him, her inner muscles clenching and fluttering around his invading length in frantic, involuntary pulses. "Yours…" she gasped, the word barely audible over the wet slap of flesh and their combined panting. "Fucking… yours…"
The admission, wrung from her in the midst of brutal possession, sent a final, electric jolt through him. His rhythm faltered, became erratic, frantic. The coiling tension in his groin snapped. With a roar that tore from his throat, raw and primal, Matt buried himself to the root inside her clenching heat and came. Hard. Pulsing jets of release flooded her tight channel, hot and thick, triggering another violent shudder that racked her body beneath him. Her own cry was muffled, lost against the sheets as her muscles clamped down impossibly tight around him, milking him dry.
He collapsed forward, his weight pressing her down into the mattress, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades. His body trembled with aftershocks, his breath coming in ragged, shuddering gasps. Beneath him, Lilith lay utterly still, her breathing equally ragged, her body limp. The only sounds were their harsh breathing and the frantic, fading echo of his pulse in his ears. The scent of sex, sweat, and exertion hung heavier than ever in the air.
Slowly, carefully, Matt withdrew. The sensation elicited a soft, pained gasp from Lilith. He rolled onto his back beside her, staring blindly up at the shifting shadows. His body felt hollowed out, utterly spent. Yet beneath the exhaustion, the confusion remained, sharper now, laced with a strange, unsettling awe at the violence of his own actions.
Lilith didn't move for a long moment. Then, with a soft groan, she pushed herself up onto her elbows. She turned her head slowly to look at him. Her face was flushed, strands of dark hair plastered to her temples and cheeks. Her green eyes, though heavy-lidded, held an unnerving clarity. They searched his face, not with anger, but with a fierce, calculating intensity. A slow, dangerous smile touched her swollen lips, barely visible in the gloom.
"Animal," she breathed again, the word softer now, almost approving. She shifted, wincing slightly, and rolled onto her side facing him. Her hand reached out, surprisingly gentle, and traced the line of his jaw. Her touch was cool against his heated skin. Her smile widened, showing a flash of white teeth. "My turn next."