𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞

Chapter Fifty-Seven

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Matthew got lost in her brown eyes as he stared at her. He liked that she had come to him like this instead of waiting for him to go to her.

"I wouldn't have thought you would come in here like this," Imani almost smiled, but the question she asked hovered in the air waiting for a response.

She was so scared of what he might say, knowing she had rejected him twice.

"The girls said if I wanted you back, I had to be the hunter," he laughed, that bariton sexy laugh she loved—the one that made her feel butterflies swimming in her stomach. He laughed as if he was happy, making her feel less anxious.

"Who said that?"

"Mia," Imani volunteered, smiling back at him with trembling lips.

"Oh Rom!" he muttered to himself as if he knew a secret Romano did not, smiling at Imani, his eyes sparkling with delight.

She knew she had worn when he pulled her and sat her on his lap. His arms tightening around her waist, nuzzling her neck.

"I love you," she had been so anxious to hear those words, afraid that she might never hear him say them to her again that she broke down. Her weeping sound filled the room as Matt stroked her back.

"Shhh," he whispered, tucking her into the curve of his neck.

"I love you too, so so much." Imani whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I hate crying," she sniffled loudly, rubbing her face against his shirt. Matt smiled, saying nothing, content with just holding her.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," she continued. In a way, he understood why it had taken her this long to confess her love for him. To Imani, loving him must have felt like losing control which was the only thing she could control, considering how she grew up and who her parents were.

"Oh, Matt, thank you for loving me still," he burrowed closer, rubbing his nose on her shoulder, smelling her scent like the werewolf alpha does with his mate.

"I love you," She said in a low tone as if she was telling him a secret.

"He chuckled.

"I love you." She said again, this time kissing his chin.

"I love you."

" I know," he murmured, breathing unevenly, his hands slowly moving to her robe.

"I love you." Matthew's hands trembled as he slid her robe off her shoulders, running his lips on her neck, biting gently when she arched her body back to give him more access.

"Say it again?" He demanded, standing up with her in his arms. Imani repeated the three words he demanded over and over again as if it was a prayer.

"I adore you," Matthew said, lying her on the bed, with his body on top of hers. He felt as if it had been ages since he made love to her.

Kissing her neck, Matthew slid the straps of her nightgown down her shoulders to reveal her beautiful breasts.

"I love these," he muttered, rolling his tongue on one. Imani's breath hitched, tightening her hand on his hair.

She could feel his love in every kiss and touch. His tenderness, strength, and weakness when his fingers trembled as if she was precious or fragile that he feared she might break.

His world was right again, Matthew thought as he kissed Imani's eyes, nose, and eyes. He would never be alone again. He had his own tribe, a home he belonged to.

"Now, Matt," Imani would have been ashamed by the desperation in her voice, but she was past caring. Her body begged for his possession while her mouth had a life of its own.

"Not yet."

"What the hell do you mean not yet?" She could have flung herself at him if she had the strength, but all she could do was hold on to his head when he started kissing her down her body.

She didn't know whether she was trying to stop him or make sure he didn't stop, her hands held him to her stomach, when he lips touched her pussy, she almost screamed the house down.

"Shhh, you will wake the whole house."

"I don't car.." she whimpered, moaning when his tongue grazed the crit.

"Im," he whispered, stopping to look into her eyes. Imani couldn't see him clearly; her gaze was so unfocused he looked blurred.

"Please don't stop," she begged, blinking so she could make him out.

"I need to ask you something," she shook her head repeatedly while trying to rub herself against him.

"No. Not now."

He smirked, and Imani tried to glare at him but failed. Her whole body was trembling in need; she was like a junkie waiting for a fix.

"I will, but promise me something first."

As dazed and aroused as she was, Imani's mind registered the urgency in his voice. She couldn't think of anything else he would ask her besides giving up the need for a career because she had agreed on everything else.

Please, she thought. Don't ask me to give that up.

As if he could read her mind, Matt shook his head and said, "not that," Imani relaxed, letting her body enjoy being naked and in the throes of passion.

"Promise me we will have more than one child," she grinned, closing her eyes and letting her body burst out in an orgasm that came solely from word as satisfying as I love you, at least for her.

"I guess you didn't need me after all," Matthew teased, looking into her face waiting for her to open her eyes.

"On the contrary, that was all you."

"Really?"

"Yes. I want four children," She opened her eyes when she said that, grinning from ear to ear, her eyes sparkled, and her body stretched shamelessly naked to the only man she would ever love.

"Wow! I thought I would have to seduce you to agree to at least two." Imani could tell he was happy with that number.

"I will take the seduction," she said earnestly, getting up slowly without taking her eyes from his, her hands on his forearm.

He wanted to smile or laugh. Instead, he got lost in the power she held over him.

He realized she was the one seducing him.

"Have I told you I love you?" He nodded, "a few times."

"Would you like to hear it again?"

"Yes, I would. Every day of my life, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind, not in the least."

"Please take off your clothes." she started undressing him, "and Matt, make me cum with your mouth, hand, and you know?" she bit her lip, her face turning red.

He laughed, kissing her.

"And what?" she glared at him with feigned annoyance.

"How about you don't make me say it, and I'll suck it."

"How about I make you say it, and you suck it?"

"Sorry, Mr. Ocean. You won't always get what you want."

*My loves, how do you like Imani's apology? Do we forgive her?*