The girl that Rosalie had been before becoming a vampire? Emmett would have bet anything that she'd have fainted dead away at just the thought of the things they were doing with each other. And Rose wasn't just doing things, wasn't just swallowing his dick because he wanted her to-- which he totally did, because she was damn good and looked fucking hot doing it-- but because she was loving it. The smile on her face when she pulled away was proof enough of that.
He was shocked, though, when she stopped to body slam him onto the patio cement, which cracked into a huge spiderweb under him. Somehow, he'd managed to hang onto her hair. When they grinned at each other, Emmett knew they'd be in for some monster repair bills.
"I love you," he said, laughing. "Now let's see where we end up!"
Letting go of Rosalie's hair, Emmett got his feet under him and launched himself at his wife. They went crashing into the matching wrought-iron chairs, crushing them all and knocking over one of the posts supporting a flower trellis. They rolled around until they stopped with Emmett on top. He used his feet to push apart Rosalie's legs and speared her with his cock. "FUCK!" he shouted again, and took out a few more windows.