Breaking Dawn Love Making Scene Novels & Stories

--- What followed was not quick. Drake made love to her like they had all the time in the world. He entered her slowly, inch by inch, watching her face as he filled her. Her back arched off the bed. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. She felt everything. Every pulse. Every breath. Every moment of connection that went far beyond the physical. "Look at me," he commanded softly. She opened her eyes. "Don't look away," he said. "Not tonight. I want to see you when you fall."

The sensation made Lavinia moan out loud and clutch at the sheets beneath them as they began their sensual dance. After several deep thrusts that took them both to dizzying heights of pleasure, Karl was teetering on the edge of climax and suddenly pulled away. He climbed back into bed and pulled her on top of him. Lavinia began moving up and down his length while leaning forward to press kisses against his chiseled abs. Karl's hands roamed her backside, his touch igniting sparks on her skin until they both reached their peak. Their lovemaking left them both exhausted and they lay together on the bed, basking in the afterglow.

Hitting her walls with a relentless pound, each sound a reminder of the secret surrounding us. “Dan…” she cried out, her nails marking my skin. I gave her more thrust, harder. Faster. Rolling inside her with every beat. Her body falling apart, “yes. Just like that…give it to me.” She echoed. Our bodies began to tremble, slow at first, then all at once, before we reached our breaking point. And I fell to the bed with my back. We lay there staring at each other with a breathless smile. “I love you.”

My hands braced against his chest as I began to move, setting a rhythm that had us both trembling within moments. Darren’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me as we moved together, the bed creaking faintly beneath us. The room filled with the sounds of our breathing, our quiet gasps, the occasional whispered curse from his lips. I lost myself in him, in all of him, and everything else outside that room fell away. We made love like that for what felt like hours, the night stretching out endlessly around us. When we finally reached the peak, it hit us together. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Darren’s hands tightened on my waist, his own rel

he asks while making a slow rhythm. “No but I was wondering how long you’d let me keep you tied up. You lasted longer I expected,” I smile and he leans down for a kiss. I bite his lower lip causing him to let out a hiss. He picks up his rhythm and growling my name. “Davina, I love you.” He moves his arms under my legs and moves faster. I cry out in pleasure as he drives himself deeper into me. I can feel myself tighten as I get closer to my limit. He pounds harder and all you can hear is skin slapping against each other and our moans. I scream as I tighten around Derek causing him orgasm with me. He sets my legs back down and kisses me.

Each movement pulled louder moans from Belle’s lips. Bastian took one of Belle’s breasts into his mouth, sucking her hardened nipple while his hips moved faster. “Oh God… Bastian…” Belle moaned. Belle wrapped her legs around Bastian’s waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Bastian shifted positions, lifting Belle’s hips higher before thrusting from a deeper angle. The wet sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, mixing with the rain tapping against the windows outside. Without pulling out of her, Bastian rolled Belle onto her stomach. He covered her body from behind, one hand gently gripping her hair while the other squeezed her breast from the side.

he growled, his fingers tracing her hips, his desire urgent yet tender. Gianna arched into him, her hands gripping his shoulders, her voice breathless. “Always, Kai.” Their lovemaking was a wildfire—rough, urgent, her legs wrapping around him, his thrusts deep, their rhythm a dance of need. Water steamed, her moans rose, his hands held her steady, their climax a shared release, a surge of ecstasy that left them panting, pressed close under the spray. Her lips found his, a tender kiss, their bodies slick, their love a fire that burned through the morning’s haze.

"But I'm not losing you. Not to fear. Not to scandal. Not to anything." "You won't lose me," I promised. "I'm yours. For as long as you'll have me." "Forever, then." "Forever." We made love again. And again after that. Each time slower than the last. Each time more tender. By the time we finally fell asleep, dawn was breaking outside. --- Morning light filtered through the curtains, warm and golden. I woke up tangled with Damon, his arm heavy across my waist, his breath soft against my neck. My phone buzzed on the nightstand.

I was glazed, leaking, and euphoric. Dawn found us in the shower again, slow and intimate at first. He washed my body tenderly, then bent me over and fucked me against the tiles with deep, loving strokes. "I love you. This addiction, these risks... They make us stronger." We came together, his cum mixing with the water as we kissed passionately.

They moved in perfect harmony, positioning themselves so they could both be with her, their bodies pressing against hers in a way that made her feel completely surrounded by their love. As they joined together, Kamila felt a surge of pleasure that took her breath away. She clung to them, her body arching against theirs as they moved in sync, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge. The sensation of being with both of them was overwhelming, and she felt her body spiraling towards release. “I love you,” she gasped, her voice trembling with emotion and pleasure. “I love you both so much.” Dylan and Ryan responded with fervent kisses and whispered words of love, their bodies moving together