The sound of Emmett's laugh made her smile. Somehow, he lived more as a vampire than she ever had as a human, and he loved it. Again, Rosalie realized, it was just another reason she loved him so much.
When he came, though, and the bed broke down the middle until the last two columns fell around them, she held onto his body so that she could feel every last bit of his cock inside her. Her hands reached for his face as she crushed her lips against his, breaking free only to scream profanities and his name before claiming his mouth again.
And they weren't tired, of course. Vampires could never get tired.
She peeked an eye open and saw the other column stuck into the wall and smirked at him. "Mmm, now that's my man," she praised, ruffling her hands through his hair. "And we've got a whole week here, too, while Edward watches Donovan. Still lots of other rooms to break..."
Rosalie kissed him again, smiling as she did so. Part of her was already planning their next wedding...