Dementor's Kiss Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I heard Dexter curse something under his breath before he began to hurry his pace, roughly pulling me into the nearest bushes. ​“Help! Somebody help...” ​A strong, stinging sensation on my cheek made me freeze. I slowly turned around, covering my sore cheek, tears already threatening to spill as I stared at him in disbelief. ​“Why don’t you shut the fuck up and play nice, huh?” he growled, ripping my hands away and forcing me to sit down on the ground right behind the bush. ​I was still shocked and stared at him, trying to ignore the burning sensation on my cheek as I watched him rummage through his pockets before pulling out a vervain bracelet.

I'm lost in his gaze, forgetting how to breathe. Aiden leans closer, his thick thumb brushing against my parted, swollen lips. "I want to kiss you badly, Hermione," he whispers, his eyes ensnaring me in their depths. His voice is low and sensual, making my stomach quiver. He maintains his caress on my mouth, eliciting subtle sighs and sending shivers coursing through my body. "I want to kiss you so badly that you'll forget your name," he murmurs. "All you'll feel is the pleasure I feed you, the desire I spark within you." His mouth captures mine briefly, and I gasp his name, the contact too fleeting. A satisfied grin curves Aiden's mouth. "You'll chant my name, Hermione," he promises, his vo

And the hands that had been pushing against his chest were now almost clinging to it. Draco kissed her intensely, his lips brushing against hers in a passionate way. She felt like he was taking her breath away again. Draco deepened the kiss even more. Passionate, daring, and demanding. And when he sucked on her lower lip, she couldn't help but let out a muffled moan into his lips. His lips devoured hers roughly, leaving her breathless once more. Draco's tongue slipped back into her mouth, savoring every inch of it. His hard body pressed against hers, sending waves of pleasure through her.

Djena He kisses me passionately, his tongue slips inside my mouth, he finds mine and captures it, teasing it, biting it gently. With exquisite slowness, he regained control, slipping between my thighs with a determination that was both gentle and imperious. He sinks into me with deliberate slowness; I feel every part of his length invading me little by little: he is so huge! Bigger than Jack! Oh my God, he's going to tear me apart. He fills me completely.

Damon didn’t sleep. Again. The sheets still smelled like her. Or maybe it was a memory. Either way, it strangled him. That kiss… It was nothing like before. It wasn’t love. It was punishment. And God help him—he wanted more of it. His lips still burned with the weight of her mouth. Her breath. Her words. “This kiss isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.” He replayed it a thousand times. And every time it ended the same — with her pulling away. And him… standing in the middle of everything he broke.

I gave him a serene, quiet smile. “I’ll see you to your chambers?” he asked softly, his hand brushing against the doorframe. I nodded. “Yes,” I murmured. Then, on instinct, I leaned forward and pressed my lips lightly to his. A soft, deliberate kiss—one that promised interest and connection without revealing the thoughts I kept hidden. Kael froze, dark eyes widening. I pulled back slightly, letting the kiss linger in his memory. His hand rose to his lips, brushing over them, as though confirming what had just happened.

He tensed for a moment before his hands flew to my hips, gripping me tightly as he kissed me back with fervor. His tongue delved into my mouth, stroking against mine, and I moaned at the taste of him, dark and rich like fine liquor. Snape pulled back after a long moment, his chest heaving. "I don't do games, Miss Granger," he said roughly. "If you're here for a lesson in potions… and pleasure… then we shall begin." He pulled me inside and slammed the door shut. Then he had me pressed against the wall, hands roaming over my body as he claimed my mouth again in a hungry kiss. I arched into his touch, craving more.

I kissed him because I had forfeited my right to stand alone. Dmitri’s reaction was immediate and overwhelmingly complete. For a fraction of a second, I felt his sharp, consuming surprise, and then his hand shot up, abandoning the ledger to cup the back of my head. His grip was fiercely possessive, pulling me flush against his face, deepening the kiss with a devastating, consuming need that mirrored the unspoken terror he had confessed to me. He wasn't taking pleasure; he was accepting the offering.

Kira asked, as Dimitri threw off his underwear too on the floor and joined her inside the sheet. “She can, but only with direct sedatives, the ones that are like sleep potions, but the ones she adds in other potions, not so much,” he spoke as he lay beside her and held her face. “I am going to kiss you now,” he added. “No…” Kira shook her head. And Dimitri closed his eyes. Why – oh – why she has to make things difficult? “You said, I left you so I should kiss you, so,” Kira whispered and she placed her lips firmly on his, and kissed him deeply.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Enchanted Evenings With Damon Phera POV: In that moment, suspended in time under the moonlit gazebo, the space between Damon and me vanished as our lips met in a kiss that was both a discovery and a confirmation. His lips were soft yet insistent, evoking a sizzle of passion that surged through me. The kiss deepened, a perfect blend of intensity and tenderness, our mutual longing and affection for each other coming to the forefront.