Chapter 13 - Honeymoon

POV: Rosalie

Lemons: Of Course

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It was nine am the day after my wedding and I was standing in a fucking line waiting to get on a plane. My feet hurt, I was cranky and I'm pretty sure I have a hangover. Good news is I didn't have to pack anything because Alice did it for me beforehand. I'll have to remember to thank her later for that. 'Cause I sure as hell don't think I would've been able to do it this morning.

Pulling my sunglasses up with my left hand, I rub the corners of my eyes with my right. All the while, I'm trying not to mess up my make-up. I mean it took me forever to put it on this morning. Well, that's what it felt like anyways. Once the glasses are back in place, the line starts to move forward.

About damn time. Could this take any longer?

Emmett steps up behind me and slides his right hand over my side to lie against my stomach. Pulling me back against his front, I lay my head back on his chest. Holding my purse strap with my left hand, I lay my right hand over top of his on my stomach.

"You okay, baby," Emmett asks me in my left ear while setting his chin on my shoulder.

"Yeah. My head's pounding and the sun is killing me. I wish those Tylenol I took before we left would kick in."

When the line starts to move again, we move with them. Only thing is, Emmett doesn't let go of me as we walk. I'm not complaining though, because I love when he holds me.

"After we take off try taking a nap. It may help. Did you bring your headphones?"

I think back to when I was switching purses and what I put in there. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure I did."

"Kay. Use 'em and listen to some stuff you downloaded. It may help you nod off faster. Hell we both could use a nap since we didn't get that much sleep last night." I feel a smile play on his lips as he kisses the side of my neck.

I smile thinking about everything we did the night before. My thoughts were interrupted as the line moved and we were the next ones up to check our tickets.

Once we were in our first class seats, the stewardess went through all her regular stuff about oxygen masks and exits. Grabbing my phone, I snap a couple pictures out the window during take off along with one of Emmett and I. Posting it to Facebook with the caption, 'Honeymoon Bound! If you never hear from me again, forewarned I died in Paradise'.

I give Emmett a kiss then put my headphones in. I start off playing Dark Necessities and close my eyes. Not long afterwards, sleep takes over and I'm in Dreamland.

Hours later I'm in a rental car, headed to the Milestone Cottage in Jamaica. Emmett had stopped by the store and loaded up on groceries and junk food right after we left the airport. Judging by how much stuff he bought, we were going to be here for a while. But, he wouldn't tell me how long.

While Emmett drove, I took pictures with my camera I brought and got to see how remote this place actually was. We hardly passed any houses once Emmett told me we were close. So that meant we really were going to have our privacy.

After pulling up beside the cottage, I tried to grab some of my bags from the car. But Emmett wasn't having any of that. He did however, let me carry some of the groceries in. As I was busy putting the things away that I had carried in, Emmett brought everything else in at lightning speed. It wasn't long before everything was put away, us changing into our bathing suits and were headed outside.

We had walked down to the beach hand in hand to check everything out. It was gorgeous here. The water looked crystal clear and was almost blinding from the shining sun. The smell of salt water always hung in the air. Off in the distance, you could make out dolphins swimming around. After over an hour of walking around, we head back to the cottage.

Emmett decided after some time of lounging around, to start up the grill. Finding some music to play, I connected it to the Bluetooth wireless speaker that we brought with us and set outside. While Emmett threw some chicken onto the grill, I started to dance around him to the sounds of Nickelback playing. Turning his head to glance at me, a smile spread across his face as he chuckled. That is until I took his hands in mine, making him dance with me.

A while later, I was standing chest high in the cool water of the pool. Arms laying on the rough concrete, watching the sky change colors. Purple, orange and pink taking over the blue color that was there earlier. It was breathtaking, to say the least.

Two arms made their way around my stomach, pulling me back against a warm, hard chest. Laying my arms over top of his, I lay my head back against Emmett's chest as he nuzzles his face into the right side of my neck.

"So," he starts, "should we go in and do this blood-bond," he asks while his hot breath hits my cool skin, sending goose bumps across my flesh.

"Will you tell me how this blood-bond works," I counter.

I really want to know how this is done. I know what will happen to me afterwards. It's just, I don't know how it's done. Emmett wouldn't tell me. He had said it would be more pleasurable than painful. I tried asking Alice and Bella. Neither one would crack and say anything.

However, Alice did say that she had never done it. But, she knew that it was an experience I would enjoy.

"It may sound gross and I don't want to gross you out before it even happens," he says with concern in his voice.

Did he really think I wouldn't go through with this? Well, to be honest, I am a little scared. But, if it means I get to change and be with Emmett, then I'll do it. However 'gross' it may be.

Shifting away from Emmett's chest, I turn around to face him. Resting my forearms on his shoulders, his arms stay snug around me.

"Look, my dear husband," a smile comes to my face. Yeah. I'm married to this big warm-hearted, blood drinking, music loving, foulmouthed man. Correction, vampire.

"I've done told you that I wanted to do this. I was the one who asked about it. Now, stop and tell me how it's done. I'm not going to change my mind. I want to do this. You've already married me the mortal way. Now, it's time to do it the vampire way."

Emmett's eyes bore into me. Studying every facial detail and searching my eyes for something. For what, I'm not sure. After a few moments, I guess he had the answer he needed.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes," I state raising an eyebrow at him.

"Fine. While making love, right before you climax, I'm suppose to drink from you."

Narrowing my eyes, I look at him. "That's not all. Is it?"

Heaving out a sign, he then says, "no."

"What's the rest," I press on further.

"You're suppose to drink from me, too."

What the...what? "So, you drink my blood and I drink yours?"

"Basically," he says while searching my facial features again. Apparently, finding nothing, he starts again. "That doesn't gross you out? Drinking blood, I mean?"

"I mean, a little. But, I know what will happen if I do it. I'm not leaving. I'm here. Now, take me to bed," I say with a smile coming to my face.

"Any other girl would be freaked the fuck out if I said that to them. Running away."

"I'm not any other girl," I state looking at him.

"Damn right you ain't. You're fucking weird." He says with a smile playing at his lips.

"Fuck you, McCarty." My hand then making contact with his shoulder with a loud sounding slap.

Lifting me up by my ass, my legs lock around his waist in the process, Emmett walks towards the steps leading out of the pool. All while saying, "oh, I'll gladly take you up on that offer, Mrs. McCarty."

Once out of the pool, Emmett starts to walk towards the master bedroom. While still outside, I unwrap my arms from around Emmett's neck. Peeling the mint green bandeau bathing suit top off, I leave the soaking wet top on the concrete and attack the left side of Emmett's neck.

A growl comes from Emmett's throat. Next thing I know, I'm laying on one of the lounge chairs outside. Not even making it into the house, but that's okay. My bikini bottoms are ripped from my hips. Only leaving shreds of mint green colored fabric on the concrete as Emmett buries his head between my thighs.

As soon as his tongue slides across my clit with a little pressure, my eyes close. I throw my head back and arch my back with a moan escaping my lips.

Usually Emmett let's up a little bit with how fast he licks me. This time however, he doesn't.

Lifting my head up a little, I open my eyes and look down at him. My right hand's running through the hair on the back of his head. His black eyes look up at me while he flattens his tongue and runs it up and down against my clit.

Letting go of his head, I grab ahold of my breasts and kneed them. Throwing my head back again, I start to moan. Deep down in my stomach, that tingling sensation starts. I'm close to coming, but I don't want to yet. I want Emmett inside me.

Lifting my head, my right hand moves back to his head. "Em," I say pulling a handful of his hair, "I need you. Now."

With one last lick, he stands up and drops the swim trunks he's wearing. Taking my hand he pulls me up to stand while he takes a seat on the lounger. Pulling me to him by my waist, he lifts me up with ease and moves me so I'm straddling him. As I ease down onto him, a moan escapes both our mouths as I feel my muscles clenching as Emmett stretches me.

"Jesus, babe," Emmett starts while clenching his jaw, "you're so fuckin' tight. Don't move yet or I really am gonna come."

Waiting a few minutes, I then lean back as Emmett's hands move to the small of my back to help keep me up. Laying my palms flat on his thighs behind me, I then start to move back and forth against him as I throw my head back.

There's a stinging pain to my left nipple, which is then soothed by a warm lick of Emmett's tongue. Using my left hand, I hold his head against me as I lift my head to look down at him. As I start to move a little faster, Emmett pushes up into me which allows my clit to rub against him.

"Fuck," I say looking at Emmett. "I'm gonna come, baby." I bite my bottom lip afterwards. I start to feel the tightening in my lower belly again, signaling to me that it wouldn't be that much longer.

Pushing up into me a little harder, Emmett looks straight into my eyes. His endless, black orbs looking into hazel ones. "You ready, baby?"

I keep moving against him as I answer back, "yeah", with a heavy sigh.

Using his fingernail, Emmett slices into his skin above his left collar bone near the base of his throat. As blood starts to slide out and down towards his chest, Emmett's head moves to the left side of my neck. There's a pinch as Emmett's fangs break my skin and blood leaves my body to enter his.

I dip my head down towards his throat. Running my tongue along the trail of blood, then latch onto his skin and suck.

Not even two seconds later, my pussy is tightening around Emmett's cock. A flood is let loose as the tightness in my stomach uncoils. I let out a moan, but don't let go of Emmett's neck.

The copper taste of blood sliding over my tongue and down my throat. When my body has calmed down from my orgasm, Emmett pulls away from my neck. As I pull back from his neck, Emmett licks the spot where his fangs pierced my skin to make the bleeding stop.

My body feels weak, with a tingling sensation running through my veins. I lay against Emmett's chest as my eyes close. As Emmett's hand runs up and down my back, I fall asleep against his warmth.