It was several hours later when I woke up with Emma's body thoroughly tangled with mine, the sheets twisted around us like a toga. I had heard a door slam. The guys were back.

The moon had risen and poured in through the window, bathing her body in silvery light. Her silky, tangled curls were everywhere, across the pillow, across my face, wrapped around her neck. She looked so peaceful, her lashes soft against her cheek. There were sweet smudges of mascara under her eyes, her eyeshadow smudged along with it. She looked like a dream. I moved down to kiss her forehead gently, pulling her closer.

In her sleep, she moaned against my chest, an arm wending its way up to wrap around my neck, her fingers threading through my hair. Her body shifted more, her full length pressed against me everywhere. I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself from getting worked up. I took another breath, both of which helped only slightly. I rested my cheek against the top of her head, trying to calm myself. The leg wrapped around my calf slowly snaked its way up my hip, her foot hooking around behind my knee, pulling my thigh tight between her legs.

It was my turn to moan as blood flowed quickly from one end of my body to the other. I felt a tongue sweep out to lick my neck just before lips and teeth clamped on my jugular. She ground herself on my thigh while her hand pulled my head back to give her better access to my neck. She wiggled her other hand down between our bodies and stroked my shaft, causing my knee to shove harder into her wet center. I remembered clearly what happened the last time Emma woke up in a passionate snit, our earlier coupling having no dampening effect on either of us.

I turned the tables on her, grabbing her hair and pulling her away from my neck. "The guys are back," I whispered against her hair, dipping my tongue behind her ear.

"We'll just have to be quiet," she said, biting at my neck again.

I pulled her back again and looked at her face. I could see the flush in the moonlight, see the storm that was ready to crash in her green eyes. I found her lips swollen and hungry when I crushed her mouth to mine. "Killian," she said, her staccato breathing making it quite difficult to maintain any sort of composure. "Killian, I want you inside me," she said, squeezing my cock hard. "Now."

That was all I needed to hear before I rolled her onto her back and thrust into her hard. She wrapped her body around me, arms around my neck crushing our chests together, legs wrapped tightly around my waist forcing me deeper. She was wanton and hungry, desperate, one hand tangled in my hair, the other digging stripes into my shoulder.

"Don't hold back," she panted into my neck. "Please, Killian, don't hold back. I want all of you." She arched her body into mine with every thrust as her head rolled back against the pillow. She decided the pillow was in her way, and she pulled it out from under her head and tossed it aside. I chuckled against her as the loss gave me excellent access to that ever so sensitive pulse point on her neck.

As my mouth ground down on her neck, my arms wrapped around her lithe body, pulling us up from the bed. I used the leverage to take control, driving into her with my hips while my arms thrust her body up to meet me. There was no gentleness; it was all raw need as I slammed our bodies together viciously.

She bit down on my shoulder to stifle a cry. I felt her start to buck around me, the convulsions building. I brought my mouth back to hers and swallowed the scream torn from her as she crashed. Her entire body tensed, causing my own orgasm. Our bodies rocked against each other as we slid back to earth, breathing uneven and shattered. I tried to pull away, but she clung to me. I pulled my head away from her neck and saw the tears pouring from her eyes.

"God, Emma," he said, his voice so ragged. He sounded like fire and the ocean, both crashing in a tempest. He pulled back to look at my face. I kept my eyes pinched shut as the tears ran. He kissed my face gently, wiping the tracks from my face. It was pointless; the tears just kept coming. It hadn't been making love. It wasn't that tender, mushy crap girls always talk about when they talk about being in love. It was raw and naked, and I could feel his soul seared inside me.

I finally let him pull away and curl our bodies together. "I'm sorry," I said.

"What…? Why…? You're sorry?" he was flabbergasted. "Did I hurt you?"

I laughed. The sound came out hoarse and raw. "No," I said gently, my hand reaching up to drag against the scruff on his face.

"Are you sure? I generally do not lose control like that," he sounded all prim and proper, not at all like my lecherous Killian. My Killian. I sighed as I laid back on the bed, continuing to stroke his bristly face. I pulled his head down for a kiss.

I tried to put everything I could into that kiss. I tried to tell him that I loved him, but we were never going to work, that he was too important to me, that I was going to miss him something awful. The tears began to fall again as his hand wove through my hair, pressing us together. Yes, he had somehow sewn his soul into my heart. I was never going to be ok after this.

I pulled back gently, wiping my eyes on the back of my hand. "I need to get back to the girls," I said softly. "I'm sorry. I would rather stay here with you, but…" My voice broke.

"I know, love. It's ok." He rolled away from me as I got out of the bed, searching in the faint light from the window to find my clothes. I knelt back on the bed to kiss him goodbye. As I left the room, glancing back at him sprawled on the bed, I thought I saw him wipe his eyes.