روايات وقصص ضمن Dementor's Kiss Harry Potter

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.

The cherry lips moved a few times but could not make a complete sentence, “I… I don't… I…” “'I don’t' what?” Harry retorted, his eyes filled with triumph. Surely this little girl didn't remember anything from yesterday. With her personality, if she was able to win, she definitely wouldn't fall into a state of confusion and let herself be weak like this. Looking at her beautiful lips constantly opening and closing, Harry swallowed his saliva with a gulp. In his mind, he replayed last night's scene like a slow-motion movie, remembering when she pressed him on the sofa and forcibly kissed him. He wanted to tease her a bit.

Rashka commanded, his voice dark with malice. Rashka moved through the field, his eyes cold and calculating, ready for the reason he was there. Destruction. His title as the Alpha with the Kiss of Death was well-earned. He approached each of the enemy soldiers, gripping them by their hands. They immediately lose their will once they come in contact with Rashka's touch, kneeling at his feet. Rashka leans in and places a deadly kiss on them. The soldiers' eyes widened in horror before they collapsed, lifeless, to the ground.

A forehead kiss from Harry. What the hell does that even mean?

the Dark Emperor said, “the Saimin… Majutsu. He shall be… one of us.” Aki was aghast. The Hypnosis Spell was supposed to be a specialty of her clan and related to the memory wipe. If it was true that the Dark Emperor could execute it, the Temujin that they knew would be gone forever.

"And then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead Life always had a really weird timing. I had been buying groceries when I had met Tyler at the checkout counter. "Hey, Mey," he greeted me with a smile.

My heart raced with anticipation as I gently cupped Natasha's face, leaning in to capture her lips in a tender, passion-filled kiss. As our lips met, a surge of bliss washed over me, igniting a spark deep within my soul. The way Natasha's arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't contain my happiness, a wide smile breaking across my face as I deepened the kiss, savoring every moment with her. Who could have thought that my worst nightmare became a reality the second I moved my face away from her? Natasha's entire body stiffened like steel. Her heartbeat even stopped pounding from her chest. I begged her to say something, to open her eyes, but she never

"Who let you in?!" She asks and wanting to slap her face realizing the idiot knows her password now. "I used Alohomora in your door, witch." He says motioning his hand in a circular way as if casting a spel. "Do you want me to cruicio you?!" She frowns trying not to grin finding out that this serious looking handsome stranger is also a Potterhead. "Well, you'll be back to Azkaban if you do." He smirks as he sits comfortable and snatching the cup of ice cream she has in hand before putting a spoonful of brain freezing cream in his mouth.

Or was he a vampire too. "No" I said sarcastically "I'm talking to Dumbledore" I sat again properly and decided to resume reading but.... "So, what you're reading?" He asked jumping into the recliner next to me, I slammed the book shut, turned to face him, and gave him a sarcastic smile "Harry Potter and the death of the person who won't let me read" I told him, my teeth gritted "Robert, leave her alone" Damon was here, looking at the recliner next to me, I looked from Damon to the man sat next to me, the man winked at me and smiled a half smile, the way Damon always does, I realised then I was talking to a spirit.

Taesha's eyes widen as her eyes fall to his long thick rod. Taesha subconsciously licks her lips as Dexter slowly crawls over her waiting body. Her legs were open to welcome him. His lips find hers once more. The kiss is fierce and bruising as he attacks his lush lips, Those same lips he's fantasized about for months. Dexter finally tears his mouth from her and sucks on that taut nipple, sending further shivers through her body. My other hand squeezes the other firm tit, filling his hands perfectly as if they were made just for him.