Emma's Pov

　　Our kiss is calm, sweet, and full of desire. I hadn't realized how much I needed to feel Matthew's lips again until they were already on mine.

　　Matthew's hands caressed my back while mine played with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. Our tongues entwined tenderly, fitting perfectly together. My heart beat in sync with Matthew's rhythm.

　　The warmth radiating from his body filled me, warming me completely. Matthew hugged me tighter, as if he wanted to keep me even closer, within his heart.

　　"You have no idea how anguishing it was to feel like you were in danger. It was like..." Matthew spoke with a heavy voice, full of pain and remorse, his fingers stroking my face, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "It felt like my heart wanted to disappear inside me, Emma. Our mate bond is like a part of my own soul, my being. As alive as Fenrir, my wolf, is to me."

　　Matthew's green eyes were vivid, full of emotions I couldn't fully decipher. But his words, I could feel the weight of each one, the meaning they carried. I could feel the concern Matthew had for me; the fear that dominated his body and the anger at what his eyes saw regarding Daniel were almost palpable.

　　"I'm fine now, Matt. Daniel took good care of me," I commented gently, caressing Matt's face to calm him.

　　Matthew sighed loudly at the mention of Daniel, who had left our presence not long ago. Another guest from another room exited into the corridor. The scene was calmer now, and this time Matthew and I waved and wished the guest a good night.

　　"How about we talk more inside the room?" I suggested, placing my hand on Matthew's arm and guiding him to a more private space.

　　Matthew didn't protest and followed me willingly, his hand sliding to my waist as we walked. The journey was short, and within a minute, we were standing in front of the messy room.

　　Looking from the outside, it was easier to see the mess Matthew and Daniel had made while I was unconscious. Matthew and I exchanged glances, and a laugh escaped our lips.

　　"Yeah, I was going to comment on not leaving this room unused in a more appropriate way, but..." Matthew commented, scratching his neck in a relaxed manner, making me laugh even more.

　　"We can still use it, we just need to tidy up a bit," I replied cheerfully.

　　I placed the furniture back in its proper places while Matthew collected the wet clothes and those Daniel had bought. This reminded me of the favor Daniel had done for me, buying clothes for the new members of my wolf pack.

　　"Do you want to talk about the big blue elephant in the room?" Matthew suddenly asked, sitting on the bed while I threw away the ice packs in the trash near the door.

　　I raised an eyebrow at his question, wondering what the elephant was. I walked over to Matthew and stood in front of him, fitting myself between his legs, his hands resting on the waistband of the sweatpants I was wearing.

　　"If you tell me what this blue elephant is, I'd be delighted to talk about it," I announced, running my hands through Matthew's silky, smooth hair.

　　The room was tidier and even cozier, the yellow light from the lamp casting a soft glow. Matthew had closed the curtains, blocking the city lights from entering the room, making it even more intimate for us.

　　"Daniel saying he loves you, that blue elephant," Matthew declared seriously, and I noticed jealousy surfacing.

　　It took me a few seconds to come up with a response. "I didn't know he felt that way about me," I confessed thoughtfully, my words sincere.

　　"Emma, I've seen how you two talk. The way you smile and laugh when you're with him. I remember very well at my birthday party," Matthew responded with bitterness and jealousy in his voice.

　　"We weren't together, Matthew. I wasn't your mate, and Dan has always been a great friend to me. And that's what he is to me," I countered, placing my fingers on Matthew's chin, and making him look up at me. "He is only my friend, nothing more. I love you, Matthew Anderson. My mate."

　　"Are you sure about that, Emma?" Matthew asked worriedly, and at that moment, I noticed Matthew's vulnerability.

　　His heart was open to me, open for me to enter and care for. I knelt on the hotel room carpet, coming to Matthew's level, our eyes meeting and sparking on the enchantment we had for each other.

　　"The greatest certainty I have in my life is my love for you, Matthew Anderson," I declared with sincerity and affection. Matthew's lips curled into a delightful smile.

　　His hands met my face, his green eyes oscillating with joy, and I placed my hands on his knees.

　　"Emma, I love you with everything I have and everything I am. Forever," Matthew responded, and I felt my heart race with happiness.

　　As Matthew's lips met mine, everything fell into place again. The whole room lit up, and I felt perfect, consumed by the passion and excitement only Matthew could provide.

　　Before I realized it, Matthew had already pulled me up, laying me on the bed with him on top of me.

　　"What do you think about using the room for something much more pleasurable now?" Matthew suggested mischievously and humorously at the same time.

　　He didn't need to wait for my response, his lips moved to my neck, kissing and nibbling while his hands fondled my breasts over the shirt I was wearing.

　　I pulled off his pants with surprising speed. Moans echoed between us as I felt Matthew kissing my entire body, causing shivers and desires increasingly hard to contain.

　　More than once, I cum in Matthew's mouth and begged for him to make me cum on his cock. But he wasn't in a hurry to penetrate me with his magnificent dick; Matthew wanted to give me pleasure with his other talents. After he had savored me with a delicious oral, his fingers found my pussy, already dripping with arousal, craving to be fucked.

　　I didn't think it was possible for Matthew to make me cum even more just with his fingers inside me. I grabbed his shoulder, nibbled his lips, and pulled his hair with every movement his fingers made inside me.

　　"I want you to cum one more time before I fuck your pussy real good, Emma. Be a good girl and cum one more time for me," Matthew commanded with a hoarse voice, and I, like a good mate, obeyed without any objection.