WARNING: Sexually mature content. Read at your own risk.

Ambient moonlight streamed through the large bay window in the living room as my eyes attempted to adjust to the dim atmosphere surrounding me.

Emmett's body was my lifeline, a buoy in a raging tempestuous sea and his lips were the only safe boat in site.

My dress was torn off of me in a flurry of motion, my legs wrapped around Emmett's torso as if my life depended upon it. He hoisted me up against his waist and my back hit the wall, his lips trailing scorching fire up and down my neck.

When his lips met mine once again, shivers danced down my spine in anticipation of what was to come, but I wasn't scared of it. I had made my peace with everything that had happened that night, and although I wasn't quite ready to give up on my quest for vengeance, that need for justice had been satiated now that I knew Rafael wouldn't be able to hurt another woman again.

We had the evidence to put him behind bars once and for all, so I could finally toss my head back in ecstasy and bask in the afterglow of what we were about to do.

He took his slow, languid time with his hands, his fingertips tracing small and delicate patterns across my skin as his lips continued their torrential assault on my mouth.

We moved in synchronization against the wall and I could feel that he was more than ready underneath me, but he made no move to take this to the bedroom.

I gasped out when his teeth lightly nibbled that soft, sensitive spot underneath my ear, a wave of pulsing need shooting out from that spot and finding my center. I needed him in that moment, desperate for a release that I knew was awaiting the both of us.

I pulled back to glimpse into his eyes but he kept his intentions hidden, a cocky smirk plastered on his irresistibly gorgeous face.

He pushed off from the wall and carried me to my bedroom, shutting the door behind him with his foot. The sound closed us off from the rest of the world as I reached across his body to grab the hemline of his shirt.

When he was finally rid of his top, I drank in the sight of his sculpted abdomen, crafted from the long, arduous hours of practicing at the football field and in the gym.

He placed me down gently on the bed and all I could think about was ditching his pants next, but when I reached for his zipper he tapped my hand away.

I gaped up at him in confusion but he was hovering above me once more, his lips continuing their same path that started at the top of my neck and ended just above my belly button.

Each time he would start in the same position, but he would end lower and lower as the time wore on.

By the time he reached the hem of my panties I was sweating and panting, a frantic bubble of need and lust filled up within me that desperately needed to burst.

"Emmett..."

There was that damn smirk again. Was he...teasing me?

His fingertips trailed along the cotton of my underwear, directly over the spot where I wished his tongue would have been and my hips bucked up in response.

The teasing had forced all of my sensations downward, and the build up was beautifully powerful.

His eyes were asking me a silent question that I knew the answer to, but then his hand was there again and I had to close my eyes from the surge that it sent through me.

It wasn't long before I was pushing my underwear down for him, that silent question all but answered in my actions.

And then the glorious assault of his tongue met my center as I cried out in sheer pleasure, a building peak on the horizon as my mind wandered off to the activities we'd no doubt be engaging in as soon as my body was sent careening down the top of this physical roller coaster.

My eyes were shut so tight that sparks began clouding up that space behind my consciousness, shards of electric blue and neon green clogging up my mind.

And then my body was sent off of the roller coaster tracks, my stomach twitching and contracting with the force of one of the most powerful orgasms that had ever wracked through me.

I had always faked them, before.

But I knew that with Emmett, I'd never have to do that again.

I didn't open my eyes again until Emmett was back above me, that question still there in his eyes, almost as if he were afraid that if he was too forward that I would break.

He didn't know that my constant relationship with therapy kept my mind healthy when it came to sex, but it still felt like a relief because not only did he care about me in the physical sense, but also my mental well being.

His mouth found my neck once more, and if I didn't wake up the next morning with a few hickeys then I'd be surprised.

Each peppered kiss on my skin tore through me as the shockwaves from my climax ripped me apart and sewed me back together again.

His mouth stopped at my lace bra and I didn't waste time ripping the useless thing off.

His eyes drank me in as his lips traveled down to encircle each bud in his mouth, my body trembling from his touch.

He made no move to take off his pants so I decided to take the initiative while he was distracted.

"Lydia..."

He groaned as my hands met his zipper. I could feel his member building almost completely out of his pants, so I didn't understand his protest.

He removed his mouth from my body and fixated me with a stare that would have made me crumple to pieces in front of him had I not already been shattered from him already.

"Tell me what you want."

"You. I want you."

He shook his head.

"That's not good enough. I want you to tell me, exactly what you want, how you want it, how many times..."

His mouth met my sensitive spot underneath my ear again, the spot he knew I couldn't resist.

"How hard..."

I shivered.

"How deep."

I almost moaned out in sheer ecstasy from his words alone.

"Y-yes. I want you to fuck me."

He pulled away, his eyes hidden from view.

"Hard."

Those smoldering eyes were back with a vengeance, and I wondered slightly what the hell I just got myself into.

The condom was slipped on in a millisecond and then he only hesitated once more before sliding inside of me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I basked in the full, pure pleasure coursing through my body.

I gasped out as he flipped us over so that I was on top of him, his eyes hooded but I knew why he'd decided to let me take control. He wanted me to know that it was my choice, anything that we did was up to me, and that made the moment all the more impactful.

The heady atmosphere was scintillating, goosebumps crawling along my arms as I righted myself on top of him and tried to find my rhythm.

He sucked in a deep breath as I straddled him, my hips riding him in tune with the intensity that flowed through me.

His arms pulled me down close to him, his hands tangling in my hair as he guided himself in me.

Moaning out as he picked up the pace and took over for me, I collapsed against his chest to allow the sensations to work their magic on my already spent body, the building of another climax slowly approaching on the horizon.

"Emmett!"

He didn't stop his agonizingly perfect assault on my body as I came undone below him, my breath coming out in short gasps while I held onto my headboard for support to ride out the salacious orgasm contracting through me.

But still he didn't stop, and right before I thought I would scream out in overwhelming passion, he found his release and we fell apart in a puddle of satiated exhaustion, his arms encircling around my waist as I laid my head against his chest.

I couldn't remember how long we stayed there, but when I fell asleep against him, I was utterly and irrevocably peaceful.