Swept Away: (Starts on page 117 of Breaking Dawn)
The smile across his face was bigger then I had ever seen it. I hadn't thought it was possible but I believe that was the most exhilarated I had ever seen him. I giggled with delight and his face seemed to glow with excitement. My legs were twisted around his waist like a vice grip and I was engrossed by the gleam in his golden orbs. They were darker then the day before and they swirled with intense passion. We were in the blue bedroom in less then a second having moved so fast that I barley even realized we had left the kitchen. Everything was a blur when he was near me. Even without his vampire abilities Edward seemed to be the only thing I could ever keep focus on.
We crashed into the already wrecked bed in a fit of laughter. Laughter that was soon silenced as his cool lips met mine, after that all that escaped my mouth were desperate moans and deep heaving breaths. My fingers raked across his back and his intertwined with my hair. I was happier then I had ever been and he was right there with me. Maybe it was the knowledge that we could do what we both so intensely craved for without any harm coming to me that had him so excited this time. Whatever the reason, I was glad. He didn't hold back. His kisses were powerful and passionate; his touch gentle and yet strong; his intentions clear and uninhibited.
Our clothing was gone before I even had a chance to realize he was removing it. I assumed this meant that we would have more shreds of fabric on the floor like my departed black lace night-y, that didn't matter though. Nothing mattered as long as he was with me.
This time, as we moved together I did notice the cracking of the headboard and the squeaking of the bed frame, though just barely. It seemed a little easier to pay attention to those things now. I was less wrapped up in my emotions than I had been before, there was no subconscious worry at the back of my mind about how upset Edward would be after or of how guilty I would feel for seducing him this way. I was simply more aware. More aware of every touch, every, kiss, every single sensation; and also more aware of how our love making shook the world around us. I knew after this time he wouldn't be upset and that I wouldn't feel guilty. This was right and it was perfect.