* 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 *

     As the days turned into a week, Bella worked hard to strengthen her mental shield, using every moment she could to improve her skills. She focused intently, often furrowing her brow as she visualised the protective barrier she wanted to create.

Her determination was truly impressive; she was committed to being ready for any fight that might come our way. But it wasn't just about her own strength—she was doing it for the people she loved most, and each thought of them drove her to work even harder. I couldn't help but admire her dedication, knowing that all her efforts came from a deep desire to protect those she cared about.

I also got to work, gathering spells—defensive, offensive, and powerful—anything that could give us an advantage against the Volturi if a fight broke out. I even discovered some potions that could prove useful in our battle against them.

The haunting of the Salem Thirteen continued without pause, with each sighting becoming more frequent. I often saw only a few at a time, but their numbers were growing. Soon, the day would come when all thirteen would stand before me. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, as I had no idea what that would mean.

Though I believed my Grams when she said they didn't wish to harm me, but I knew they were here for a reason. Something was going to happen to me—I could feel it deep in my bones. And I painfully believed —I was going to die. Why else would they be haunting me? My commitment to Bella, my determination to stand up for what I believe in, and my willingness to confront the Volturi face to face, knowing they couldn't destroy every last witch. It brought a small smile to my face...

It was snowing heavily in Forks now, the flakes sticking to the ground just as Alice had warned before she and Jasper left. My grandma and I had been invited to Bella's for Christmas dinner, and we both agreed that it would be lovely to share a meal together. Have a bit of normality in our lives.

After a long day at the Cullens, I returned to my Grams' house. I locked myself in my room, hoping to get some rest, but I was mentally exhausted, my thoughts spinning in endless circles. I buried myself in the pages of the Book of Shadows, my eyes scanning every spell, ritual, and piece of information I could absorb, desperate to keep my mind distracted.

Suddenly, a tap at my bedroom window snapped my attention, and I glanced over to see a large figure filling the space. A smile crept onto my face as my eyes locked onto my goofball. With a casual flick of my fingers, the window unlatched and slid open effortlessly in one smooth motion.

Emmett slipped through my window like a teenage boy sneaking in after dark. He didn't even bother closing it, as the window magically shut behind him. I noticed the snowflakes dusting his hair and clothes, clinging to him untouched. Since he didn't generate any body heat, they remained perfectly frozen, refusing to melt.

"Had a fun day?" I asked, a smirk tugging at my lips as I remembered Bella was supposed to be testing her shield on him.

He let out a mock laugh as he walked over, saying, "It's not fun being on the receiving end of Kate's power." His words rang true as I swung my legs around and slammed the Book of Shadows shut, focusing my full attention on him. With a flick of my fingers, the snowflakes clinging to him began to melt, dissolving under the soft touch of magic that I used to warm them away.

"She knows how you feel," I said with a soft laugh, lowering my hand. Emmett plops down beside me, fully dry. He smiled warmly, his eyes filled with love and devotion, and I couldn't help but blush under his intense gaze. We sat in silence for a moment while he took in my features, causing me to blush even deeper. I had to look away, tucking my hair behind my ears to distract myself.

"What?" I asked, lowering my hand and meeting his gaze again, but he still wore that same expression.

"You're so beautiful," Emmett said softly, making me blush even more, no doubt I looked like a flaming tomato at this point. "And I love you so much," he declared, his words making my gaze soften. "No matter what happens, I won't let them take you from me." His voice lowered, but held a sincerity that filled the air, convincing me of his commitment. He would rather die than let the Volturi burn me at the stake.

"I've never been so completely in love with anyone before," I said softly. "You're everything I've ever wanted and everything I need," I moved in closer, our eyes locked, holding each other's gaze. "I love you with every beat of my heart," I whispered, taking his hand gently in mine, and guiding it to rest flat against my chest. His palm pressed over my heart, letting him feel each steady beat beneath his touch.

"I wish we had met when I was still human," he murmured, his lips just inches from mine, his voice tender and filled with longing.

"I love you just the way you are," I replied softly, my voice filled with affection.

Without saying anything more, Emmett leaned in and pressed his lips gently against mine. I melted into his embrace, our lips moving together in perfect sync. My hands travelled up his arms, tracing every muscle and sending a rush of warmth through me. I couldn't help but squeeze as I felt the firmness of his biceps beneath my fingertips. Definitely my heart rate quickened at my actions.

My hands eventually made their way to his hair, dark and silky, as my fingers wove through the strands. I wanted him desperately, I needed to feel him within me.

I intensified the kisses, letting them grow hungry with desire and longing. In the midst of it all, I found myself climbing into Emmett's lap, straddling him with a sense of urgency. His hands travelled to my waist, gripping me firmly and ensuring I was steady in his lap.

I began to grind against his lap, rocking my hips back and forth, getting right into the mood. He knew what I was doing and he was allowing it to happen, he wanted the same thing I did. I couldn't help but moan against his lips, as we parted briefly, our eyes lingering on one another. My breathing became a bit erratic, his gaze held lust and desire.

I released my grip on his hair and slid my hands to my sides, clutching the fabric of my shirt tightly. In one swift motion, I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it aside. I lifted my hands again, this time moving them to my back to grasp the clasp of my bra.

As my fingers brushed the clasps, Emmett suddenly shifted beneath me, and I locked eyes with him, worried he might not want to continue. However, the look on his face told a different story. Instead, he lifted his large hands toward my back while I lowered mine, feeling his fingers glide over my skin and sending chills down my spine. He fumbled with the clasp for a moment, and I felt it loosen and fall away.

His hands gilded sensually up my back and across my shoulders as he grasped the pale pink straps of my bra, slowly sliding them down my arms. Once the straps were down far enough, my breasts hung in the air, exposed for him to see. I felt no shyness or nervousness; instead, I felt completely comfortable and utterly safe with him.

My bra came off and he tossed it to the ground with my shirt, as his eyes gazed upon my bare chest. The hunger in his eyes was real, and it made me even more excited. Before I could react, Emmett leaned in, pressing his lips against my collarbone and trailing soft kisses down my skin. His lips grazed against my breasts until his lips locked around my areola. The cold of his tongue danced against my perked nipple, making me arch backwards slightly as the sensation felt amazing.

I moaned into the air, but this made him suck and flick his tongue back and forth rapidly, eliciting a string of pleasurable moans. I leaned back in and grabbed his face and pulled him from my breast, smashing my lips against his.

My hands hurriedly moved to his shirt, lifting it up his body as our lips remained locked together the entire time. As his shirt reached the upper part of his torso, he quickly raised his arms, allowing me to pull it off over his head, causing our lips to part momentarily.

I tossed the shirt to the floor, its exact landing a mystery as my gaze fixed on his body. My jaw dropped slightly in awe; he was chiselled like a statue, each muscle perfectly defined and taut. His broad shoulders seamlessly transitioned into powerful arms, biceps rippling beneath his skin. The contours of his chest were a masterpiece, accentuated by a set of impressive pecs that seemed to gleam under the soft light. A faint trail of hair led from his abdomen down. I couldn't help but admire the way his physique was a blend of strength and beauty—sculpted by some God.

Unable to hold back any longer, I dove back down, capturing his lips with a passionate kiss. My body pressed against his, and I could feel the cold prickle of his firm physique against my breasts. His strong arms encircled my waist, pulling me closer as we deepened the kiss, our lips moving together with an intense urgency.

"Emmett," I breathed, moaning his name softly between our kisses, each pause only heightening the anticipation.

Emmett grasped me and flipped us over, leaving my back pressing against the soft covers of my bed. He towered over me, his muscular frame igniting a rush of excitement within me. His hands rested on either side of my head, while his intense gaze seemed to pierce right into my soul.

"I want you," I said softly, aware of the look he was giving me—a silent question, gauging my certainty about this moment.

"I don't want to hurt you," he murmured, the very idea causing him deep anguish. In response, I lifted my hands and gently cupped his face.

"You could never hurt me," I replied, my voice rich with love and adoration, and I meant every word. That was all Emmett needed to hear to move forward.

He leaned down, his lips finding mine once more, and we resumed our kiss. This time, his kisses were more fervent and passionate, reflecting the deep desire we both felt for each other. My hands clumsily navigated his jeans, the metal of the belt clinking against itself in the quiet of my bedroom. After a moment of struggle, I finally managed to unbuckle it and started to undo the buttons of his jeans.

Before I could pull his jeans down, Emmett seized my grey sweatpants and yanked them off in one swift motion, leaving me momentarily breathless. I was now completely bare before him, exposing myself to him and him alone.

Emmett sprang off the bed and stood tall, while I propped myself up on my elbows, eagerly watching him shed his jeans. My gaze roamed over his body, still in disbelief that it was real. He quickly removed his jeans, and that's when I noticed the thick prominent outline of his manhood pressing against the fabric of his black boxers. I swallowed back the sudden rush of saliva that had pooled there.

I was one lucky girl...

Without hesitation, Emmett grasped the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down in one swift motion, kicking them aside. His manhood sprang free, standing proudly. I couldn't help but widen my eyes at the impressive length and thickness—it was absolutely perfect.

When I met Emmett's gaze again, he wore a playful grin that suggested he could read my thoughts. He knew just how impressive he was. In a surge of passion, I flung my arms to the side, sending the Book of Shadows tumbling off my bed with a thud as it hit the floor. We needed the space.

In an instant, Emmett used his speed to return to the bed, towering over me as he locked his gaze onto mine. Then, he leaned down, kissing me fiercely, and I responded by deepening the kiss even further. Our bodies mingled together, as I could feel every part of him.

There in that bed, we lost ourselves in each other, the night stretching on as our bodies ignited with passion and lust. Every touch sent shivers down my spine, and every kiss deepened our connection. Our movements became a rhythm of desire, a dance that drew us closer until we were completely intertwined.

As we explored one another, our moans intertwined, filling the air with a symphony of pleasure. We surrendered to the moment, each sensation amplifying the electric energy between us. I reached climate a fair few times throughout the length of our session. Until we reached the final peak of ecstasy together, our cries echoing in my room.

There he held me in his arms, cradling me against his chest as the world around us faded into a gentle blur. I felt his strong embrace enveloping me, providing a sense of safety and comfort that allowed me to relax completely. As I nestled against him, I breathed in the familiar scent of him—an intoxicating mix of cedar and something uniquely him—that wrapped around me like a blanket. With every exhale, I sank deeper into his arms, surrendering to the weight of exhaustion.

Before I knew it, my eyelids grew heavy, and the world around me melted away into darkness. Thoughts slipped through my mind like sand through fingers, and I drifted into a dreamless sleep, utterly content in his presence...

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      ╰┈➤ i'm sorry if some of you wanted a full graphical scene between them. I did plan on doing such a scene, but I'm shit at creating smut for any type of story. There's enough to get an idea, and I left it off, so you can imagine whatever you want
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