Harry And Hermione Kiss Novels & Stories

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.

A strong wind blew back to shake Debbie's peace of heart. Just over two weeks after the new member joined the extracurricular, Harry received a declaration of love from the underclassmen. And the news is circulating that the young man received a confession of love, in other words, Harry is now in a special relationship with someone.

Her face was red, as her lower lips wobbled. She had no one except for her father, I could feel her pain. I knew that feeling so well. I placed a stray lock of her hair, behind her ear, as I gave her a small smile. "Tumne khana khaya?" I asked her with narrow eyes. She didn't meet my eyes, as she cleared her throat. Before she could say anything, there was a knock on her door, we both looked up, to find Haris standing there with a poker face.

I deepen the kiss, my tongue brushing against hers softly. I can still taste the whiskey on her breath, and mixed with the taste of her, it makes for my new favorite drink. My hand slides from her cheek and curls in the strands of her brown, silky hair, and I tighten my grip on it. The pressure on her scalp makes her moan into my mouth, and I smirk into the kiss before deepening it. Letting my tongue brush up against hers. And with a gentle hold on her hair, I am able to keep her where I want her while I kiss her.

They looked too good to resist. “God, you’re poison,” he groaned into my ear. I bit my lip without meaning to. “Biting your lip only makes me want to kiss you more.” He yearned. “Then do.” “I’ll be back soon,” he said again, loosening his grip and turning for the door,but stopped. And in the very next breath, he turned back, stormed toward me, and crushed his lips against mine. The kiss wasn’t gentle, at all. It was fire meeting gasoline, clashing and consuming. His hands gripped my face with a desperation that stole the breath right out of me.I clutched at his shirt, tugging him closer like I needed him to stay or I’d drown.

Their misty gaze met as the smoke of desire started blurring their senses. "I missed you so much these months Harry. And now I am not afraid to say that." She mumbled joining their foreheads together. "I love you, Harry. And I need you." She whispered making him take a deep breath. Suddenly his eyes darken as a line of desire started darkening his gaze. "I love you too Rose." With that, he moved down to her and slammed his lips against hers. The kiss was full of hunger and love. Their longing was showing in the kiss. Harry's gripped her waist tightly jerking her body towards him as he tilted his head a little to the side and pressed his lips against her harder.

" Harry looked towards the next table, making eye contact with Jisoo. They smiled at each other, and Jisoo couldn't help but go over to their table. She sat next to Harry, greeting everyone. "Harry," Jisoo said and unexpectedly gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. Both blushed crimson. " I liked that," Harry sighed, and Jisoo smiled. " How beautiful!" Harrison exclaimed, imitating a girl, and they all laughed. "Finally... they're kissing." " I've wanted to do that for a long time," Jisoo confessed, unexpectedly. She was always a bit shy. "Katherina... helped me gain the confidence to go for it.

Hermione gasped for breath, grabbed a fistful of his hair and deepened the kiss. Ruke gave a guttural groan and ran his hands down hermione’s back. The sound that left hermione’s lips had Ruke almost running mad with passion. Hermione’s hands left his hair and travelled down to his chest. She moaned as her hands met strong muscles. Ruke had had enough,his beast was at the edge of hurtling into delirium. He had started the kiss but was slowly losing control when Hermione suddenly stood on tiptoes,placed both hands behind his neck and took the kiss to another level.