Disclaimer: I do not own anything or having anything to do with the WWE or with the wrestlers mentioned in this fanfiction. I only wrote this for pure enjoyment of the sport and of its entertainers

Note: The Version of The Undertaker in this story is during his American Badass days.

P.S. This chapter has some sexual elements to it. If you don't want to read it, click on something else :)

Chapter Ten

Her back pressed up against a wall on the stairwell. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Emma slipped further into the kiss with him. Oh god damn it! I am loving this! This is the best feeling in the fucking world! I must have died because I am in heaven now! She soft moaned inside of his mouth. Her tongue slipped inside of his mouth, wrapping around his own. One of her hands moved on the back of his head while her other hand moved to hang on his upper back. The fabric of her dress brushed against his hard body, rubbing the hard leather and denim that he wore. She gasped out for air as he pulled his mouth away from hers. Feeling his mouth move to her neck, Emma leaned her head back. A heated breath escaped from her pink lips.

"God damn it, Emma!" Mark said. His voice growled against the nape of her neck. He moved his hands up her thighs, and grabbed her round ass underneath her dress, tightly. "You are making it really hard for me to behave myself when it feels so fucking great touching you, and kissing you."

"Mark," Emma said, softly, "I believe I can say the same thing about touching you, and kissing you as well." She moved her other hand on his upper back to join her other one. Rubbing his back on top of his black leather vest, her back removed itself from being pressed against the wall next to the staircase. She gasped out breaths of air as she was carried up the stairs in Mark's strong arms. "I don't believe that I could back away from you now, and act like this never happened."

"I am in complete agreement with you, Emma." Moving across the threshold of his opened doorway, Mark carried her over towards his king size, four post bed, and fell on the black comforter with him on top of her. He sat up with his body between her legs, and reached towards his vest. "There is no way in hell that I would walk away from you now."

She sat up, and placed her hands against the smooth leather material of his vest. "Let me take this off for you." Her voice took on a more sensual tone to it. Speaking in a whisper, her eyes focused on the silver buttons of his vest, and started to slip them through each hole. Emma pulled the vest open after getting the last button their its slot, and looked to his rock hard chest. Her hands eased his vest off of his body. Dropping the vest on the floor, she moved her hands back to his chest, running her hands all over it. Her ears caught the sound of him growling at her couch. She turned her head, and locked eyes on him.

"You are perfect for me, Emma." Whispering, he eased her to down on the bed with him moving on top of her once more. "You are beautiful, loving, carefree, and your touch is like liquid fire to me." His hands moved up to her denim jacket, and slid it down her arms. He tossed it to the side before moving his hands to her dress. "Let's get rid of this."

Before she could utter a single word, a gasp escaped her mouth from him ripping her dress from her body in one motion of his hands. She looked down at herself to be left in her bra and panties before her gaze moved up to his face. "We are too much a like, Mark."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well," Emma replied, "we both have the same effect on each other." She moved her hands down his body to his pants, and eased his zipper down. "We both can make the other person feel a heat like no one has experienced before."

"You have no idea of what you do to me." Leaning back down, he locked her into a deep, passionate kiss with him. His tongue rolled inside of her mouth, tasting every bit that lied within there. He groaned deep within her mouth as his large hands moved to the front of her bra, and gave a yank.

She released a gasp inside of his mouth after he had ripped her bra off. Holding the kiss with him, Emma moved her tongue along with his inside of her mouth. Her hands ran rampant up and down his back, feeling every muscle that he possessed. She jerked when his hands repeated the same process to her underwear, causing her shoes to fall off of her feet. Feeling the kiss end, she looked up to see him standing at the foot of the bed with his hands on his pants.

"Are you sure about this, Emma?" He asked. His eyes looked at her with longing but he was restraining himself from rushing into things with her. "Do you want me to continue with things?"

"Please, Mark." She begged. "I can't stand this anymore. Please...I need you so much."

"Your wish is my command." He pulled his boots off of his feet, and placed his hands on the hem of his jeans and boxers. His hands pulled them down, exposing his rather large member to be fully erect. "I will not make you wait any longer."

My dear god...he is huge! I had no idea that a penis could be this big! She looked at his throbbing manhood for a few moments before her eyes returned to his face. Her heart raced at him coming back to the bed, moving up between her legs.

"Are you a virgin, Emma?"

"Y-yes." She replied. "I haven't had sex yet." Her eyes watched him bring his face in closer, leaving them just an inch between one another.

"I will be gentle."

Nodding her head, her lips found his mouth on top of them. She eased herself into a tender yet highly sensual kiss with him. Her eyes tightened from his dick thrusting all the way inside of her body, causing her hymen to break. Her body tightened up all at once from feeling something so large move inside her body. She gasped out a bit after he had pulled back from the kiss with a look of shock on his face.

"Mother fucker!" He screamed. He gasped for air as he spoke to her. "You are so fucking tight, Emma!"

"Well, you are the first one to be in that particular...area." She gasped for air, trying to calm her body from being so tight and tense. Her body slowly started to relax, easing the tension a bit more. Emma watched him move back towards her face as her body recognized that he had started to thrust a bit more. She slid her hands on his upper back and held him. Heated breaths escaped from her mouth, and mingled with his own, wrapping them together. In a few short moments, her ears caught the sound, as well as the feeling, of her body slapping with his. "Oh my god, Mark!" Crying out, She dug her fingernails deeper into his back. "I don't think that I can hold on for long!"

"It is okay, darling." He whispered. His voice panted his words as his thrusts started to become much faster and harder. "I believe that I can't lost any longer myself. You are so tight that it is making my orgasm come a lot sooner than originally planned."

She opened her mouth to speak up, but released out a high-pitched noise. Her juices started to flow from her body at the moment that her climax hit. Tightening her grip on his back, a loud gasp escaped from her mouth as his juices started to flow deep inside of her body. Emma held him as tightly as she could until the very last bit had went in. Her hands let go of him, sliding off of his sweaty frame. Falling on his bed, she looked up to him from where she was on the bed with a tired look in her eyes. "Mark..."

"Shh.." Moving beside her on the bed, he pulled a cover at the foot of the bed over them, and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Just take it easy, Emma. Let's just relax, and get some rest. We both deserve it after the night that we have been through."

She found herself feeling wonderful. Not only had this wonderful man saved her twice in one night, but gave her the most satisfying sexual experience she has ever had. She knew in her heart that no man could top what he did for her in one night. Closing her eyes, Emma drifted off to sleep with her lover at her side.