Draco And Harry Kiss Novels & Stories

I started. "It'll wash up on shore," he said, then leaned down and kissed me. I quickly lost myself to the kiss, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. His hands went to my sides, pulling me in closer. As we stood there, kissing, another wave crashed against Dean's back. My feet lost their grip on the ocean floor, but Dean stayed steady. I wrapped my legs around his hips. He was a rock that I could cling to, and as another wave hit us, I found myself gripping him even tighter.

This time, he ducked and, with a kick to the wall, propelled himself into the air towards Cordelia with hus sword still pointed at her. Cordelia didn't move she stood still, waiting for the tip of his sword to meet her. Why? Because she was aware that it would pass by her, leaving only an inch distance between the blade and her cheeks. And when it did, she held the captain's hand and pulled him to the ground. Rodrick hit his back against the floor and decided to give it a rest. "I can be of help to you." He said, his words stopping Cordelia's foot, which was in the process of breaking his nose. "You could use me."

God, why does he have to be such a good kisser? ​Due to the lack of oxygen, I was forced to pull away, but Draven didn’t stop there. Instead, he started leaving a trail of hot kisses along my jawline and down to my neck, nibbling and sucking on my soft spot before moving up and kissing the corner of my lips, then back to my neck again, making my whole body quiver in pleasure. I gasped when he squeezed my thighs and tugged on the skin of my neck, causing me to moan again. No, this was getting too intense and I have to control myself...but I can’t, and I don’t want to.

Damian studied my face, then gave a helpless laugh. "Today is our seventh mating anniversary, and you want to humiliate me in front of everyone?" "You knew perfectly well this was our seventh anniversary, and you still crossed that line tonight," I shot back. Damian did not look remotely sorry. If anything, he turned it back on me. "All because I kissed Amber and not you, you're ending our bond? It was one kiss. It meant nothing. You're the Luna. Start acting like it."

Emma laughed gently and touched Jack Saunders' shoulder. He smiled and seemed to unconsciously reach for her hand, the two of them leaning closer to one another. They looked so happy together, so perfectly in love that it was impossible to look at them without feeling their happiness. Jack leaned over and whispered something into Emma's ear. She blushed and giggled before reaching for her wine glass.

I admitted still trying to catch my breath from the kiss. That was all he needed to hear before he captured my lips again. I took off his coat that I was wearing without breaking the kiss. He didn't waste any time and lay me in the bed. He took off his shirt and positioned his head in between my thighs. I can almost feel his tongue when my bedroom door swung open and I shrieked in horror when I saw Luna. "Holy shit." Luna exclaimed when Liam looked at her direction as I tried to compose myself. "What the fuck!" Liam yelled at her and she stepped back when he got up from the bed. “What do you want?”

I leaned down and closed the gap between our lips. His body jolted, but I held him firm, wrapping my arms around his slim waist. The entire car was silent, and I let my tongue slip through his parted lips as he grunted. I released him, only to hear a curse from his lips. “Fuck you,” he hissed. “Gladly.” My tone was suggestive and he blinked a few times before his lovely lips curled down into an intense scowl. Dante looked torn between punching me and strangling me, and I squeezed his thigh firmly before letting go.

I shook my head while fidgeting nervously with my fingers, "No, he didn't." She forcefully pulled out a chair, slammed the small white bottle onto the table, and then produced a pair of handcuffs. With a sharp click, she fastened them around my wrists.

The gun lay on the floor between us, the map on the screen flickered, and the toys waited in the corner. "Curiosity," he murmured, his hand sliding down to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him so I could feel his arousal—a sharp, undeniable response to my gamble. "You're playing a very dangerous game with a man who has already decided to own you. You just kissed the man who holds the leash." "Then stop holding it," I challenged, though my voice wavered, "and let's see what happens." Draco’s eyes darkened, the pupils dilating until the blue was lost in the black. He scooped me up into his arms, ignoring the gun on the floor, and turned toward the center of the room.