Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry X Daphne Novels & Stories

Daphne slumps over me spent, and tired from the orgasm that had ripped through her body. “Are you happy my love?” I cannot help but ask her as I move her hair and kiss her forehead. She moans in response. “You are so beautiful, and I loved watching you up there. Now I am going to make you cum again though.” Daphne raises her head and looks at me, I can see the doubt in her eyes. I take it as a personal challenge. I slide out from under her, my cock aches at leaving her wet folds.

Sweet, crazy and enticing. The heat slowly engulfed them. Daphne didn't even realize that she was laying on top of Treyton as he lay down. Every touch of her husband seemed to make her body move like hypnotism. He only came to his senses when Treyton suddenly bit him on the shoulder. He pushed it with the bahgya. "T-That's not right," Daphne quickly went down. "You have a girlfriend and I'm just nobody," she breathlessly said. She still wants to act until she can fully admit Treyton.

“I don't care.” “You don't care?” Her mother asked. As she walked away from Ophelia, she caught up with another end of the room so she could relax her back on the wall. A deep sigh escaped her mouth and she looked at the Alpha who had anger written on his face. Daphne didn't move. She didn't speak. Although she enjoyed the scene, she could not help but think about herself—how far she's come with Adrian only to be cheated on. By a woman who should be her sister.

“A man of virtue and integrity. But lately you’ve made me question everything I lived by. Your scent keeps me up all night. I get blue balls cause I can’t have you. I’m hunted by the memories of your body and your moans.” She sucked in a large chunk of breath. Her eyes dilating dark with lust. I should leave. So why wasn’t I moving? Daphne also had other plans. Cause she was now inching towards me, erasing the distance between us. Her tiny hands framed my face. “Please don’t hold back from me.” Then she stole my morals when she merged her soft intoxicating lips on mine. The consequences be damned. What matters is her. Us. Here and right now. The decision had already been made the moment she

Out of my own volition, my thoughts drifted to the night Leah and I shared as Daphne stroked me through my pants. This was the peak of pathetisad. Sinking to her knees, Daphne smiled, her conscupicent gaze fixed on me as she undid my pants. “I was and will always be a huge fan of your dick,” She said, eyes hazed with addictive hunger, “You are so mighty.” “Go on with it, Daphne,” I responded, and she beamed, as though she had just won the lottery. She was about to tuck my cock out of my boxers when it dawned on me that I didn't want any of this.

I don’t know how he can’t see it. He should be with someone who loves him for who he is on the inside. Someone who would make sure he knew everyday how wonderful he is, not use him for what he can give them. Not that Daphne would ever let anyone get close enough to show him the appreciation he deserves. Daphne scans the crowd as if she’s looking for someone. Her eyes lock with mine and I see the evil lurking just under the surface. Her smirk spreads into a wicked grin before her expression turns grim, full of contempt and feigned horror.

Daphne who was squatting on the ground and acting as a stepping stone was exceptionally exhausted. Lauren Serrano lowered her head to take a look, her small, exquisite, snow-white face was also flushed from the torment: "Just a little more, I'll be able to reach the balcony's guardrail." "I just don't want you to shit on my head and pee. Atlas Harrison must have dug another's ancestral grave in his previous life, to make you like him so much, and be loyal to him. He's getting married today, and you're here to make trouble. " Daphne didn't know whether it was good or bad that she was helping the evil.

"Do you really think I won't spill all your secrets?" He looked like a crazed man. Daphne struggled against him, her pulse pounding. "Let go!" He scoffed. "Cut the act. You latched onto Harvey because he's richer than me, didn't you? What's with this virtuous, untouchable act? Putting on a show for your precious fiancé?" His fingers dug into her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. His grip was tight enough to hurt, and before she could stop it, tears welled in her eyes.

"Sorry for the delay. Your gifts arrived late, and I couldn't come empty-handed. The roads were closed due to the rain as well. I'll be more punctual next time." He took the seat beside Hermione, his eyes sweeping over everyone at the table with a faint smirk. "Oh, Mr. Huxley..." Daphne said frantically. "I didn't know." "Of course you didn't. Otherwise, you wouldn't have questioned my moral conduct." Rhys's gaze pinned her in place. "I'm not a cheater, Mrs..." He trailed off, waiting for her to introduce herself. Daphne's face reddened further. She shot Hermione a venomous glare for not introducing her beforehand. "Daphne Windsor. I'm Hermione's—"

It reminds me too much of Sophomore year, when Daphne and I were best friends, and before the incident with Harrison. Daphne always wanted to go to every football game, hoping to catch Harrison's attention. She knew if she was friends—or more—with Harrison, that she'd be immediately popular, and it would surely secure her a spot on the Dance Team. Harrison had that much power. She would try and talk to him after every game. It is weird to see her sitting next to him now, such good friends. I wonder what she did to earn it. I notice Daniel on the track, casually jogging. My eyes scan the area until they come upon his track bag. The keys must be in there. He notices me as I walk through the ch