ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀɪᴍꜱᴏɴ ─── ᴇᴍᴍᴇᴛᴛ ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ ³

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ: ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ

     I lost count of how many times we gave in to one another, wrapped up in a cycle of passion, laughter, and love that seemed endless. It started against the tree—our strength overwhelming as we moved together, and before we knew it, the trunk gave way, crashing down in a thud that only made us burst into laughter before continuing as if nothing could stop us.

Later, we ended up sprawled across the forest floor, tangled in each other's arms, before making our way to the ocean. There, beneath the moonlight, the ocean welcomed us. The cool water lapped at our skin, adding a thrill to every movement. It wasn't just about desire anymore—it was release, connection, and escape all rolled into one.

We kissed and laughed and held each other like the world didn't exist beyond this night. For the first time in days, maybe even longer, the weight lifted. All the worry, the fear, the unknown—it melted away. It was amazing. It was everything.

Now we sat at the edge of the cliff, our legs dangling over the side, bathed in the soft glow of the approaching dawn. I was nestled between Emmett's legs, his arms wrapped securely around me as if shielding me from the world. The horizon was painted in streaks of orange and gold, and the ocean shimmered in response.

My head rested softly against his chest, solid, strong, and grounding in a way nothing else could be. After everything we'd shared, after hours of being completely lost in each other, wrapped in passion and love, I still wasn't satisfied. I craved more and more of his touch, his kiss, his closeness.

I could have gone another hundred rounds, and it still wouldn't have been enough. Not because of the thrill, but because it was him. Emmett. I knew, deep in my bones, that he felt the same. He would never tire of this—of us. Never tire of me. And that knowledge, that unwavering devotion, filled me with happiness.

"I hope no one heard us," I said with a soft laugh, raising my head up at him. We hadn't exactly been quiet.

"Let them hear," Emmett said with a mischievous smirk, his tone teasing but laced with affection. He glanced over his shoulder, surveying the aftermath of our passion. "We definitely broke a lot of stuff," he added with a chuckle.

A whole tree lay splintered on its side, its trunk cracked clean through like it had been hit by a wrecking ball. Branches were scattered across the forest floor, leaves torn and trampled. It looked less like a love scene and more like the aftermath of a supernatural brawl—but to us, it was perfect.

"That we did," I replied in a low, sultry tone, the memory of our passion still vivid in my mind. My eyes locked with his, filled with affection. Emmett leaned in, his gaze softening, and pressed a tender, lingering kiss against my lips.

I melted into the kiss, deepening it as his very presence overwhelmed me in the best possible way — he was intoxicating. When our lips finally parted, I couldn't help but smile.

"We're sitting here," I began, my voice light with amusement, "naked... waiting for the sun to rise. Honestly, can it get any more romantic than this?"

"I mean..." Emmett started, his voice low and laced with mischief, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. I didn't even need to read his mind — it was all over his face. Whatever he was thinking, it was definitely not innocent.