Novel & Cerita Dementor's Kiss Harry Potter

One smile, one wink, and you’d forget what they were. “Bite me and I will bite you back.” Lowering his hand slowly, he moved it to cradle the back of my head. His hold wasn’t quite gentle, either. There was a firmness—no, a possessiveness to it. I found myself unable to breathe properly. Did all demons have such long eyelashes? Before I could formulate a reply, he brought our mouths together in a kiss even more devastating than the first.

he growls, his voice low and menacing. Hades laughs, the sound dripping with malice. "And I'll say the same," he yells back, his hand tightening around my waist. He leans down, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I'm caught off guard, afraid to reciprocate as the tension between Denzel and Hades crackles in the air. Denzel watches our kiss again, his eyes narrowing into slits. Hades breaks the kiss, his eyes flashing with triumph. "You know," he says, his voice dripping with condescension, "I always love a woman, sometimes I can be blind to see she loves me too, but I cannot be shallow enough to entrap her in a glamored necklace that can cost her her life."

That's what I thought it was, but what if it wasn't a spell, what if the same thing that had been used on me that day was also what had been used on Damien? I could see his eyes, he seemed quite unfocused and his lips... they were slightly blue. "Kiss me" I say to him and he looks confused, he doesn't hesitate when he kisses me, but then I draw back, feeling lightheaded. His lips... it tasted of something far too sweet to be normal. "You were poisoned.

It unfurled something inside me, dark and tempting that I wished I could find out what his lips tasted like. Revulsion ran through me. Had I become so blinded by his words and charms in less than a day? Was I so fickle? That thought coursed through me and jolted me so badly that I clenched my hands into fists. I turned away from Nero, barely able to think but suddenly his hand was on my chin and forcing me back to meet his gaze. "You’re mine, Dante. A precious asset. And I don’t harm things that belong to me," Nero finished with the most devilish smirk.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

I mumbled. “What's a kissing spell?” he sounded curious. “Oh, that?” I laughed faintly, “Just a family curse… In short, I kissed you. Now, if you don't kiss me back before my 30th birthday, I will die… or I can give up on my magic…” I chuckled and looked at him. He became serious. He moved closer to me. “Is that all? All I have to do is kiss you?” he slowly leaned over me. “N-no…” I gulped seeing his face inches away from mine, “You… would have to feel something towards me… The kiss should carry equally intense emotions… as the ones I felt when I gave you mine…”

He tastes so f*cking addictive, I can do this forever. I release him after a few minutes, leaving him flushed like a red apple. I take a deep breath in, captivated by the way he looks at me, making me want to devour him. He falls onto the duvet and turn away from me, "You kiss like a dementor in Harry Potter." "Is that an insult?" I ask, poking at his sides, he squeals and moves away from me. "No way!" Should put some soothing gel on his neck.

I feel like I need to repeat it endlessly to have it stick to my mind. Kastriv smiles, looking like years worth of tension has lifting from his shoulders. "Keo and I found Atari's plan for the spell. We destroyed it." "No part of you considered keeping it? Just in case?" I feel silly asking, but I know the thought is going to haunt me, even if I trust Kastriv with my life. He takes both my hands into his, squeezing them gently. "Demon's have never been my enemy. In fact, I have one as my mate, and I wouldn't change that."

On instinct, Maleficent pressed her body to her enemy turned lover which elicited a deep groan from him – a groan which seems like from a wounded beast. “Maleficent, you are tempting me again,” said Damon. With his right hand, he helped her tilt her head to meet his kiss. For him, it was only supposed to be a sweet kiss – supposed to. But the moment he felt his girlfriend knocking for entrance, he opened his lips and devoured her lips not before biting her lower lip. “You asked for this, little Halfling.” He flipped her petite body, taking the position between her spread legs.

She pulled back from the kiss slightly. "Let me go get my text book," she husked out against my lips. I nodded and then trailed my fingers down her spine lightly before I let go. "Meet me at the door," I whispered in her ear. "We'll get the hell out of here and enjoy it." I smirked and then kissed her neck playfully before I started for the door, getting through the mob easier this time and then stood by the door, pulling my keys out. She's going to become my dark princess until I grow bored of her.... I'll give her immortality instead of sweet, sweet death. After a few minutes she came up to me with her text book and gave me a playful smile as she slipped one arm around me.