When Rosalie came on his cock, it tore another shout from Emmett's throat. He pounded his fist into the cement, leaving another, smaller crater and shaking the trellis again, making it sway and tilt. Emmett pounded into her pussy with a fury, loving every second of the game. Vampires were already addicts anyway, but sometimes Emmett wondered if he wouldn't be able to swear off blood altogether if only he and Rosalie could always be like this. He wouldn't need anything else, he bet.
Rosalie's teeth touched his neck, biting down hard enough to send a chill down his spine, but not nearly enough to do him any damage. The chill was followed by an electric shock, and Emmett punched the ground again. The shaking was too much for the trellis, and it came crashing down over them both, wood and metal debris. Laughing, Emmett shook off what he could and looked hungrily down at his wife.
"It's so hot when you talk like that. You like it so much?" Feeling as wicked as he was lusting for Rosalie, Emmett pushed himself up and away from her and sped into the house, sitting on the couch a moment later, his cock standing dark and hard and gleaming. "Come and get it."