Emerson forced his expression to change, focusing on bringing the intense heat and fire to his eyes that felt much more comfortable for the both of them. He wanted her, and she clearly wanted him. There wasn't a need for anything other than that fire.
A slight growl rose from his throat as he pressed his lips to hers again, the kiss demanding as he began to move inside of her. He didn't go straight to pounding inside of her, taking and hopefully giving what they both wanted. No, he wanted to build up to it, drive them both insane in the best of ways. One hand still cupped her cheek, perhaps the only contact his body had with her that wasn't filled with white-hot need and passion. His other moved down her body, touching and grasping greedily at everything in its path until it came to rest on her hip. His pace increased.