Novel & Cerita Dementor's Kiss Harry Potter

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Suddenly an evil grin crosses Harry’s face. “Actually, I think I am going to keep on doing exactly what I have been doing. At least I’ve got her attention now. I’m the only one at this table who got a special drink.” Huh, he’s… happy I’m not sure that Cam was aiming to please him when she spiked his drink. But then again, he’s not wrong that he has her attention. Without hesitating, Harry stands up, leans down and kisses me on the cheek. Bellamy growls and Harry dodges away as Bellamy grabs at him.

Blood rushed in all directions possible. Dementor's kiss wouldn't have been so severe and soul-sucking as this one. "See you again." He whispered against her lips in a gruff timbre. She hummed a yes and gave a shy nod. Blood clotted on her cheeks, creating twin red patches on either side. Slowly, his hand left her face, letting the cold bite her skin, letting her want his warmth again. After he left, she came back inside the mansion, wrapping his coat tighter around her petite body. She smiled like a fool, touching her lips.

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

Suddenly he pastes his lips on mine. He kisses me with such expertise that I remain stunned. It is a ferocious kiss. The one that shouts dominance. The one that promises enslavement. His lips feel like the spell of a necromancer pulling the soul out from the body. My legs become shaky. My tongue-tied mouth is unable to whisper a word of rebellion.

They clapped their hands immediately Aaron broke the kiss, he kissed her one more time before releasing and she left to her room embarrassed because of the students that stared at the both of them when they were kissing, he drove off. **DORM** Cercei crept in, fortunately the door wasn't locked, Mirabel who happens to be her room mate and friend glared at her as soon as she stepped her foot in the room. "I am sorry, don't look at me like that, it's scary" Cercei apologized sitting down tiredly on the bed biting her lips slightly.

We both had a good laugh as we began our weekly movie marathon and binding time. "That is both disgusting, disturbing, and idiotic if a spellcaster or a cult would make a cure that could be broken by a kiss. Besides, the dreams are getting worse, but I've learned that having people with me and having fun most of the time is enough to somehow help me ignore the shadow."

I seemed to find a vortex with a black hole’s powers to absorb everything deep within us, intent on possessing me utterly, and I knew that I had long since been enthralled by that very vortex and unable to escape—as such, did I even need to be ready? I closed my eyes that were welling with tears and nodded determinedly. In turn, Dicken stared at me for seconds before leaning in to press his lips firmly against mine, and soon the kiss became brutal like a downpour, his tongue stalking mine like a predator while his teeth gnawed my delicate flesh endlessly. I had to gasp for air under his assault, screaming his name endlessly as if hoping for salvation from my own libido.

He uttered all of a sudden. Damn, I don't know what he is doing but I don't think I can stand this anymore. I closed my eyes tightly and the moment I opened my eyes again I realized that Mr. Woods is really something special for me. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist.