Chapter 3
Rosalie's POV
Present—An hour later
Dinner was nauseating with the immediate wedding plans that were occurring too fast to function. I couldn't speak because I felt light headed and confused with all the details I discovered in one day. All I thought about was Emmett.
The way he kissed me on the cheek was sensuous, feeling his breath chill my spine that was desirous. Royce would never be the fervent gentleman I always longed for because the passionate I had for him never existed. Being married to a man without fascination would destroy me.
I wandered around me, trying to wear off my apprehension but it didn't do much effort. I heard a knock that made me shook in response, feeling my heart rate intensify. "Who is it?"
"It's Emmett, you wished to see me?" He said through the door.
"Come in," I told him, continuing to stand up. He opened the door as I noticed he was wearing the same outfit he was wearing earlier. He stared into my eyes that captured me, closing the door behind me to leave us the only people in the room.
"Rosalie, is there something I did that offended you?" he asked me in a whisper, closing the door behind him.
I shook my head. "Not at all. I want you to do something…for me." I felt sweat on my palms, hesitating to the erotic thought in my mind.
I could tell by his expression he knew how I was feeling. Instead of concerning over me, he took a step closer to me. "What can I do for you?"
I cupped my hand around his jawbone, placing my fingertips onto his cheek. Knowing what I wanted, he obeyed quickly. He gently pressed his lips against mine, tenderly. I stopped it, panting nervously while he stared at me in the eyes. He kissed me again, but this time it was filled with intensity I couldn't control. The nervousness I felt floated away, building more confident into what I desired the most.
I felt his hands crawling up my back, trying to reach my shoulder blades to strip off the sleeves of my dress. He slid the sleeves off, feeling the top part of my dress fall down to my stomach. He stopped the kiss to observe my nudity, seeing his eyes hypnotized by the formation. He cupped my breasts, clutching them soothingly. I kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth to mesmerize as I slid off his jacket.
He shook it off completely to have his white shirt remaining. Kissing him, I undid his shirt instantaneously, peeling it off him when I finished. His chest was bare without any trace of hair like I pictured it. He was absolutely beautiful.
I sucked the center of his chest, hearing a moan escape his lips as a reaction. I grinned, lifting myself up again to see him. He kissed me, lifting one of my legs up so he could place himself between them. "I love you, Emmett," I managed to choke out from the kissing.
Instead of being cautious, he ripped my dress so it would fall onto the ground. He took a minute to get a view of my entire body. His eyes swayed back and forth to capture every detail with his vision. He grabbed me belligerently, clawing my back to make sure he wouldn't loose grip of me. I undid his pants, seeing his natural body that aroused me. He lifted me up, placing me against a wall. He spread my legs apart to make room for himself, holding me up so I wouldn't fall. "I love you too, Rosalie," he whispered to me.
Trying to silent ourselves, we continued to kiss each other despite the pain we were feeling. I moaned, feeling his body thrust against mine abrasively that made me want to scream. He nibbled my neck, slithering his tongue down to my breast. A giggle slipped out when he nibbled onto my breasts playfully.
He continued to thrust me harder every second like his purpose was to hurt. He was in me now more than any man had ever been before, feeling completely owned. I felt like we switched roles as I was turning into the vulnerable character while he became the ruler, demanding me to stand still and I was obeying his command. It was painful but the pain felt so good I didn't want him to stop. I didn't feel uncertain to anything anymore because from that moment, I fell unconditionally in love with him.
I woke up with my head against something unfamiliar. I looked down to recognize that it was Emmett's chest with his nipple straight ahead of me. I hummed in relaxation, not feeling a moment of regret for the previous night. I kissed his nipple, seeing the man who changed me. I heard a moan that made me grin mischievously. I lifted my head off his chest to look at him directly. He slowly opened his eyes, giving me a small smile as he held me tighter.
I kissed him softly on the lips. "Good morning." I laid onto top him, lifting my chin up so I would be able to see him. "I hope you slept well."
"Better than I had for a long time," he murmured. "I wonder if your parents heard us."
"I don't think so. My parents are heavy sleepers so I wouldn't worry about that."
"What are we going to do about us?" he asked me, digging his fingers into my tangled hair. "What are you going to do with Royce?"
Royce. "I—I can't marry him. I have to tell my parents I can't bare the thought walking down the aisle with him waiting for me," I stumbled through words, trying hard not to break into sobs.
He hushed me, giving me a quick kiss. "Rose, we'll be together no matter what the circumstances may be."
I inhaled, feeling my nerves taking over my body. "How can you be so sure? What if my parents kick you out or if you go into war—" I paused to use his head turned away from uncomfortably. From his expression, I saw the guilt he was showing me. Oh my God. "N—N—No! NO! You can't leave me—" He placed his hand onto my mouth.
"I have to join the army, Rose. It's not the choice I wanted to make, believe me. The thought of leaving you made me want to commit suicide but I heard I get to visit you so I'm not gone from you forever," he explained to me. Tears flew like bullets down my cheeks, feeling my cheeks starting to flush. "Oh love, please don't cry. I'll write to you everyday, even if it kills me."
"But you need to help me endure marrying Royce at the wedding ceremony. You need to make it easier for me to do it," I swallowed the hurl that went in my mouth from saying his name.
He grimaced. "I can't watch you marry him."
"Would you marry me if you had the privilege?"
"In a second." I beamed, lifting myself up to sit on him. My thighs squeezed his sides, relying on my thighs to keep my balance. His placed his fingers onto my waist, massaging them with his thumbs to create goose bumps on my arms. Holding me firmly, he sat up without having me loose my position. He crossed his legs, making it comfortably for me to sit down and for me to wrap my legs around his waist. "You're so beautiful. You know that right?"
I gave him a sly smile. "Of course. You wouldn't be with me if it were for that."
He shook his head. "That's not true. I would still love you even if you were an old beggar from the streets."
I snickered. "I highly doubt that."
"You're denying my feelings for you?"
"Yes because I couldn't be this lucky. I don't deserve it at all."
He held me closer. "Never say that again because it's not true. Promise me." I looked at the man I loved with adoration, feeling vulnerable to please him.
"I promise," I whispered.
