Vampires didn't get tired, and under most circumstances, they didn't get hurt. That meant Emmett was free to pour every ounce of his inhuman energy and strength into hammering his cock into Rosalie in a way that would put a machine gun to shame. The only thing he had to worry about was holding off from coming, but he had gotten good at that the same way human men did-- practice. And Emmett did love to practice that.
"Damn, baby..." he groaned before flinching just enough to avoid a hunk of mahogany sent flying toward his head. As Rose's orgasm hit her and the already tight pussy around him slammed down, Emmett roared and fell forward until his fingers were leaving deep gouges in the wood and his face was next to Rosalie's, just in time to hear her swear.
His gold eyes almost rolled back into his head, Emmett was so happy. "Love hearing that word on your lips, Rose..." Emmett shook splinters off his hands and gripped Rosalie's slim hips, getting better leverage. "I want to hear more." He punctuated his words with three extra-hard thrusts, and the table finally gave way underneath them, breaking in half right down the middle.