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After tossing and turning in the guest bedroom at the Cullen's house, Bella decided her racing mind was too much and she stopped trying to force sleep.
It was only the two of them home, and while fiddling with her ring she reminded herself she was engaged to Edward. But her body had desires Edward wasn't fulling and as she slipped deeper into the Cullen house, she couldn't bring herself to care.
Emmett leaned casually against the bannister, arms crossed over his broad chest, his crooked grin flashing at her like a dare. His golden eyes glittered with amusement, and something hungrier underneath.
He could hear her restlessness a while ago and he had heard her stir out of bed and tip toe through the house.
"You’re trouble, you know that?" Bella whispered, her voice low, teasing, as she approached.
"Yeah?" Emmett drawled, dropping his voice so only she could hear. "You look like you're beggin' for trouble, baby."
She blushed, but didn't look away. She was done pretending she didn’t notice the way he watched her when no one else was around; the long, lingering looks full of mischief and heat.
Emmett moved first, stepping into her space with his impressive height and all the predatory grace she should’ve feared but didn’t. His cold fingers brushed her waist, just enough to make her breath hitch.
He leaned in towards her, "You gonna be a good girl, Bella?" he murmured against her ear, his lips ghosting over her skin. "It doesn't bother you that we could get caught?"
The rest of the Cullen's were out feeding but they had been gone all day and if they were heading back now, they could no doubt hear them and Bella's fast heartbeat while incredibly far from the house.
Her answer was a soft, daring smile. One that made his cock twitch in his jeans. He growled low in his throat, hands tightening at her hips as he pressed her back against the wall.
"You're playing a dangerous game.." he rumbled.
"Maybe I like danger." she breathed, heart hammering wildly. The sound from her chest wasn't missed by Emmett and it made his cock fully harden.
In one swift move, Emmett hoisted her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. Bella gasped, clutching his shoulders, feeling the solid strength of him everywhere.
His mouth crashed against hers; cold, demanding, hungry, and she responded by tangling her fingers into his short hair and tugging, drawing a deep, feral groan from him.
His cold hands roamed freely, sliding under her shirt, savoring the soft heat of her bare skin. His touch was rough, greedy, like he couldn't get enough of her; and Bella reveled in it.
"Fuck, you feel good Bells." he growled, lips trailing down her jaw to the sensitive spot below her ear. Bella arched into him, her body aching for more, needing more. She could feel the hard, insistent press of him between her thighs, and it made her whimper shamelessly.
"Bella..." he warned, but there was no real threat in it. Just raw, dangerous need.
"Emmett." she breathed, rolling her hips, driving them both crazy.
Emmett cursed under his breath, grinding against her in slow, torturous circles that had her panting. His hands slid lower, squeezing her ass, pulling her even tighter against him.
He kissed her again, bruising and wild, and in one motion he undid the button of her jeans, urgency overtaking him. Her hands were just as desperate, tugging at his belt, the two of them lost in the heat and secrecy of it all.
Jeans shoved down, panties pulled aside, Emmett didn't waste time. He lined himself up, locking eyes with her as one last silent question. Bella was biting her bottom lip and answered with a needy whine, rocking her hips, begging him without words.
With one hand, he pressed the cold tip of his cock into her and slowly pushed in until he was all the way in, both of them gasping at the sheer rightness of it. They stayed like that for a moment so she could adjust. She was so hot inside and when her hymen broke and he could smell there was a small amount of blood but her face didn't reflect any pain.
As he stood there holding her up, pressed balls deep into her, his muscles flexed as he had to restrain himself from fucking her full speed.
"Fuck, you're tight." Emmett gritted out, his hands bruising on her hips as he started to move.
Bella clung to him, nails digging into his stone shoulders, moaning softly into his neck to muffle the sounds.
He set a brutal, hungry rhythm, fucking her against the wall with raw need, every thrust driving them closer, tearing moans from Bella she couldn't suppress.
"You're gonna be the death of me." he growled, nipping at her ear as he pounded into her.
"Don't stop." she whimpered, her body burning up from the inside out. His hips blurred with speed but he was careful and restrained each time he bottomed out.
Although fast for her, he was going much slower than he was capable of and the feeling of her tight hot cunt wrapping around him so slowly and the overwhelming smell of her sweet blood and their raw sex was driving him to the edge.
The tension snapped first for her, her orgasm ripping through her like wildfire, her cries muffled by his shoulder. Emmett followed moments later, burying himself deep with a guttural groan, holding her so tightly it almost hurt, and she loved every second of it.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, panting, clinging, the air around them crackling with the aftermath.
Finally, Emmett chuckled lowly, setting her gently down. His cold seed dripped down her thigh.
"We are so gonna get caught." he muttered, nipping playfully at her swollen lips.
Bella just grinned, cheeks flushed, hair a mess, utterly wrecked, and absolutely not sorry.