It’s no secret that we all like love scenes in books 😉 A few months ago, I shared with you some of my all time favorite love scenes that you can read in this post (scenes from Gabriel’s Inferno and Gabriel’s Rapture by Sylvain Reynard, Perfect by Judith McNaught, Don’t Forget To Remember Me by Kahlen Aymes, Fifty Shades Darker by EL James, Bared To You by Sylvia Day). And today I want to show you some other love scenes that I find absolutely beautiful, because of the way they’re written and the feelings they convey.
Here you go… (grab a few fans…)
The Secret of Ella and Micha by Jessica Sorensen
I secure my legs around his hips and open up to him as his lips cover mine. He kisses me fervently and I start coming undone, releasing all control of my body and mind. I let my head fall back as he sucks and nips on my neck and down to my breasts, before returning his lips to mine. Our skin covers in sweat as his movements become harder, thrusting deeper inside me. I scream out his name as a fire inflames within me and everything comes apart. Moments later, his movements become jerkier and then he stills.
His head is tipped down and his warm breath caresses my neck. He places a kiss on my collar bone, then on my lips, finally looking at me and smoothing my hair back from my damp forehead.
“I love you,” he whispers with a content expression.
I smile at him as he carefully slips out of me. Then he holds me in his arms and we drift off to sleep, relaxed and satisfied.
Losing Hope by Colleen Hoover:
“You know how I feel about you,”I whisper, staring into her eyes. ‘You know how much I love you. You know I would do whatever I could to take away your pain, right?’
She nods, never pulling her gaze from mine, even for a second.
“I need that from you so fucking bad right now, Sky. I need to know you love me like that.”
Her expression grows soft and her eyes fill with compassion. She laces our hands together and places them over our hearts. She strokes her thumb against my hand and lifts up slightly, then slowly glides back down me again.
The incredible sensation that rushes through my body causes my head to collapse against the mattress behind me. I groan, unable to keep my eyes open.
“Open your eyes,” she whispers, still moving against me. ‘I want you to watch me.’
I lift my head and watch her. It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever been asked to do, because she’s fucking beautiful right now.
“Don’t look away again,”she says, lifting herself up. When she slides back onto my lap, I can barely keep my head up. Especially when that moan escapes her lips and she squeezes my hands even harder.
“The first time you kissed me? “she says. “That moment when your lips touched mine? You stole a piece of my heart that night.”
You stole a piece of mine, too.
“The first time you told me you lived me because you weren’t ready to tell me you loved me yet? Those words stole another piece of my heart.”
But I did love you. I loved you so much.
I open my hand and press it flat against her heart. “The night I found out I was Hope? I told you I wanted to be alone in my room. When I woke up and saw you in my bed I wanted to cry Holder. I wanted to cry because I needed you there with me so bad. I knew in that moment that I was in love with you. I was in love with the way you loved me. When you wrapped your arms around me and held me, I knew that no matter what happened with my life, you were my home. You stole the biggest piece of my heart that night.”
I didn’t steal it. You gave it to me.
She lowers her mouth to mine, and I drop my head back against the mattress and let her kiss me. “Keep them open,” she whispers, pulling away from my lips. I do what she says and somehow open my eyes again, looking directly into hers. “I want you to keep them open…because I need you to watch me give you the very last piece of my heart.”
This moment. Right now. It’s almost worth every ounce of pain I’ve ever had to endure.
I tighten my grip on her hands and I lean into her, but I don’t kiss her. We get as close as we possibly can and we keep our eyes open until the very last second. Until she completely consumes me and I completely consume her and I have no idea where my love ends and hers begins.
As soon as I begin to tremble and moan beneath her, my head falls against the mattress and she allows me to close my eyes this time. She continues to move on top of me until I’m completely and utterly spent.”
A Love Like This, by Kahlen Aymes
We didn’t talk, but hands teased, mouths worshipped and skin slid over skin and the small space filled with steam and moans of pleasure.
I was having trouble breathing; I couldn’t decide if it was the heat and the thickness of the air or the fact that I loved this woman so Goddamn much. I pulled my mouth from hers and opened my eyes, needing to see her expression while we both got closer to the edge. I could feel my body tighten and I wanted to see the pleasure I was giving her. I needed her to see mine. Her eyes opened, half-lidded and she looked at me. I changed to slow, long thrusts, but kept the pressure hard. Her body pushed up on the wall each time I slammed into her. I loved watching her pouty lips drop open at the same time she kept her eyes trained on mine until the pleasure got too much.
“I’m there baby…” I groaned as she tensed and shuddered around me. Julia’s head fell back and I latched onto her mouth, thrusting my tongue inside to meet hers. She clutched the hair on both sides of my head as she kissed me back deeply, riding out her orgasm as I gave in to mine.
My head fell to her shoulder as our breathing evened out, the water still pelting my back and the steam so thick it was like we were inside a cloud.
Just Remember to Breathe by Charles Sheehan Miles
“Are you sure you’re ready for this? ” he whispered.
I couldn’t talk anymore. I just nodded, frantically, and put my arms around his waist and pulled him to me, and suddenly he was inside me. I let out an involuntary cry, because it hurt, and he paused, watching me, waiting.
I bit my lip and nodded at him, wanting to say go but I couldn’t say anything at all. Then he moved again, and the pain of our separation, the heartache, the arguments and questions and complications – everything was washed away in that moment of intense pleasure that was so amazing it hurt.
I wrapped my legs around him, crossing my feet behind his back, and dug into his back with my nails, and at first he moved so slowly that I wanted to cry out in frustration. When I thought I couldn’t go on anymore he would stop, and smile, looking at me. He was drawing it out, stopping himself so we didn’t have to stop.
I didn’t ever want to stop, but I didn’t want to go slowly anymore. I pushed at his chest, rolled him over, and straddled him, our chests together, and brought my lips to his as my hips pushed against him. Then we both cried out, one after the other, and I felt my whole body shaking and shuddering. I grabbed his shoulders, then collapsed against his chest, my pulse thumping in my chest.
We were silent, just breathing in and out slowly. We twined our fingers together, and I lay against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Slowly, I slid off him, and curled up at his side, then rested my head on his shoulder. He turned his face toward me, and I could see his eyes were watering.
“What’s wrong, Dylan?” I asked.
“Nothing. Nothing at all. It’s just that…if you had asked me, three years ago, what my single, secret, biggest dream was…well…this is it. You and me, Alex. You’ve managed to make it all come true.”
Are you still there? I know, know, we all need some CPR right now 😉 I’ll share with you other love scenes soon.. 😉 What are your favorite love scenes? Those ones that make your heart beat faster?
Share them with me in the comments 🙂