Note: This is a fanfiction that is based off of a book I am working on. The names have been changed to follow the storyline. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners, or The Undertaker.

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Unable to keep the pace from speeding up rapidly, Mark's strong hands started to move away from her tight ass once he was sure that her legs were tightly secured around his waist, and lifted them up in the direction of the buttons on the upper part of her dress. The tips of his fingers started to slowly slip out the first few buttons of the red and maroon fabric free while his mouth found itself moving along at a quickened and passionate pace that her own lips were moving at.

This feels so right…Having Emily like this against the wall with her kissing me back with as much desire as I possess for her and moaning out for me…It is more than what I was expecting at first.

He had anticipated that she was not going to be so open to the idea of them having sex with one another in such a quick and frenzied manner. Beforehand, Mark had thought that she was wanting to move slowly into the idea of them having sex with each other in the privacy of the barn so that way they weren't rushing about it.

It was a pleasant surprise to find her not only matching his quickened pace, but even pushing him to move about it a little faster. Her own urges for him to have her all to himself were very evident and there was no way that he could truly ignore them.

Getting the first four buttons undone, Mark pulled one of his hands away from the other buttons on the fabric, and slipped it slowly inside the upper part of her dress, letting his fingers dance across the soft, fair complexion of her midsection. His other hand moved back down the side of her body that it had come from, but slipped between her legs instead of resting on her ass, and begun to rub his palm against the crotch of her panties that were hiding and containing her tight vagina that was awaiting him.

His caresses were met with a moan coming out of her mouth and slipping into his that sounded more like a muffled, sharp gasp. Emily clung to his body a little more tightly upon finding how he was now holding onto her, and using his strong hands to cause her pleasure levels to rise even higher.

You are doing a very good job, Mark. His conscience whispered to him, giving him support for the way he was going at. Keep up with the speed, and you will be having sex with her very soon.

That was the idea he had planned beforehand. He wanted to do several different things in a fluid motion as to heighten her senses, and make her wet with sexual desires for him.

With his hand nestled on the crotch of her panties, Mark discovered them becoming really moist from the amount of arousal she was experiencing at that moment in time, giving him even more motivation to keep going at what he was doing to spice things up and to have her eating out of the palm of her hand.

He moved the hand that had been lightly touching her midsection in the direction of where one of her round, firm breasts was located, and slipped the tips of his fingers down inside of her bra, cupping one of her supple and round bosoms in the palm of it. His mouth found hers letting out another moan in his mouth from the warmth of his hand seeping out and rubbing against her breast with the movements he was making with his hand.

I believe it is time to kick things up a little bit more, and have the speed going much faster…We are not that far from the point of no return, and I plan to have us going head on into it.

Deciding to be daring and brazen with his next move, Mark stopped rubbing her crotch with the palm of his hand only to slid his fingers up and down the soft cotton fabric of the panties where her slit was located. He leaned his head back, breaking the kiss with her, and looked at her with a gaze that was dripping with pure animalistic desire shortly before his voice slipped out with a growl in it to match his strong needs for her.

"Are you ready, Emily?"

"Hell yes, I am ready!"

Emily didn't mean to exclaim out like she did in her whisper of a tone, but she couldn't help herself. The intense sensations that he was causing her to experience had begun wreaking havoc on her, and she couldn't keep her emotions bottled up anymore.

"I want you so bad right now that my whole body is aching with need for yours."

"Well…I won't keep you waiting then."

Mark's husky, sensually dripping voice released a single statement in such a way that the walls of her vagina tightened up almost immediately. As short as it was, he made her need for him rise even more.

Emily proceeded to speak up when a gasp of shock and surprise left her mouth due to his hand that had been rubbing her slit through her panties to be grabbing a hold of the fabric, and giving them a hard yank while she was still up in the air. Her ears picked up on the faint sound of her underwear starting to rip at the seams, and alerted her of what was going on.

Mark's strength in one hand alone was enough to rip the fabric of her panties, and cause the seams in them to give way.

Oh my…Is…Is he really doing it? Is he going to-

Before she could finish her thought, Emily received her answer in the form of his same hand giving another hard yank, and tearing her panties off of her lower body, completely. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before her eyes glanced out of a corner of them down to where her crotch was facing his.

Sure enough, her vagina was now bar and fully exposed with his hand holding the tattered remains of her underwear in his strong grip.

Oh my god! I had no idea how strong Mark is!

The visual of his hand clutching onto the torn, white cotton fabric that used to be her underwear sent her into a whirlwind of emotions. She felt amazed he was that strong, startled at how quickly he managed to do it, and exceptionally turned on at the power he possessed deep inside.

"Did you like that, Emily?"

Mark's voice speaking to her in a coy, playful and alluring tone brought her focus back to his face in time to catch sight of a dark possessive side surfacing from beneath the prior expression that had been there. The way his piercing stare locked on her made her body clench from head to foot with her desire burning and moving at full strength while another emotion started to slip into the background: Concern.

What if he crosses the line and thinks that you belong to him now, Emily? Her conscience whispered to her, anxiously. Are you going to tolerate what he wishes to do to you or will you leave now before it is too late?

She found her inner voice's statement to be wrong. There was no way that she could walk away from him at this point or any point. Even though it wouldn't be that hard to do…She was in too deep and had an overwhelming desire for him that nothing could deter her from him, even if he took a possessive route with her.

With her eyes focused on his, a sensually dark smile danced across her face in his direction while she whispered to him in a voice that matched how she was feeling.

"I think that you have something else that I will…like even more."