She loved to tease him, but Rosalie hadn't expected her husband to twist her around and grab her hair the way he did. Something about the position wore down her last defense to him, and her pussy started tightening around his cock as she came. Or maybe it was the way he held her down, or the way his hands in her hair pulled just so...
She never would have had sex with anyone after the rape if it hadn't been for Emmett's patience, and certainly not like this were she was, basically, getting fucked by a much stronger vampire than herself.
But it was Emmett, who she loved and trusted and who loved her and by God, it all felt so good. Her hand squeezed the column she was holding onto as Emmett kept thrusting in and out of her quickly, and soon the wood broke into splinters as her body shook against his.