She wasn't sure how it started. The family - save for Emmett - were hunting. The raven-haired vampire had fed the night before as Bella lay sleeping in his bed, pooled in his black t-shirt. Bella had woken up right as Emmett entered the room, without a shirt (he was quite the messy eater, according to Rosalie). Even with the amount of times she had seen her boyfriend without a shirt, his body never failed to impress her. He laughed at the blood that rose to her cheeks and the tips of her ears.
Her body brushed past, ignoring his boyish charm, and walked towards the bathroom. Knowing he was watching, she swayed her hips slightly more than she normally would. He was definitely watching. Bella quickly brushed her teeth and combed through her hair, not wanting morning breath or knotty hair to taint the mood. Once she was satisfied, she made her way to the kitchen, once again pretending to not notice him. God, was it hard, though.
"Smells great, Esme." The motherly figure smiled, an aroma of eggs and bacon flooding the room.
"Smells like sh-" Emmett cut himself off when he noticed the scold on his mother's face, "sh-eaven." He gave her a sheepish grin, then ruffled Bella's hair.
After Bella had finished her meal, the Cullens announced their departure, claiming they'd be back soon, later that night. The couple waved them off, bidding goodbyes. Immediately after he knew they were a safe distance away, Emmett swept Bella's body off of the barstool and onto the kitchen counter, his lips immediately going for her neck. She knew exactly how it started, actually.
"O-oh. Not on the c-counter, Em. P-people eat here," Bella managed to breathe out.
He smirked, "Oh, I'm about to eat, all right."
And he did. Bella whimpered and screamed his name until it was all she could say. She began to try to push his head away, practically begging him to stop.
"Are you sure you want me to stop?" He questioned, ochre eyes burning holes through her.
She cried out, "No! K-keep going!"
After an hour, she began to see stars and he knew she probably needed a break. He took her limp body in his arms and smirked when her legs shook, still reeling from the intense pleasure. Once she was in his bed once more - really it was hers at this point - he rubbed his fingers down her back. Even through his shirt, she shivered at his cold touch.
"Can't wait for you to never need a break," he whispered.
Bella looked up, doe eyes burning, "Does it, does it bother you that I do?"
He laughed and it shook the bed, "I think it's cute, really. I just can't wait for you to be the insatiable one."
A smile formed on her lips and he kissed her. Then it started again. His kisses trailed down her neck and he was pulling the shirt off.
"Emmett?" His movements stilled and he looked up at her. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and her eyes were still red from the tears she had previously spilled. "I'm ready. I want you to fuck me." His eyes became wide and he kissed her once more.
When she woke up that night, she was in a state of pure bliss. Her hips and shoulders held bruises in the shape of his fingertips, and she loved it. It almost made her sad that he could no longer do that once she was changed. While his headboard hadn't completely broken, like he joked, the wood had splintered in the middle and she could feel where the base of the bed had slightly cracked. She noticed he was no longer in the bed and she got up to find him. As soon as she stood up, she was forced to sit back down by the ache in between her legs. Luckily, Emmett returned and grinned at her state. She was then hyper aware of the face that she wasn't wearing a shirt. Looking down at her exposed chest, she saw the same finger shaped bruises and smiled.
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this golden sun || emmett cullen
Fanfiction"Something should have stopped her, should have told her it was a bad idea. Maybe she already knew, maybe she didn't care. The Cullen house sat untouched, as it had for six months." Bella Swan has been broken, her shattered heart fatefully determine...
