Harry Potter Kisses Chocolate Novels & Stories

Paper hearts were strewn across every flat surface. Henry took the chocolate basket from the bed and placed it on the nightstand, grabbed a chocolate and came to me while unwrapping it. He placed it in my mouth and I bit into it. It was a liqueur-filled chocolate, and when I bit down, the liqueur trickled from the corner of my mouth. Henry leaned in and licked and sucked where the liqueur had dripped, then put the rest of the chocolate in his mouth.

The cherry lips moved a few times but could not make a complete sentence, “I… I don't… I…” “'I don’t' what?” Harry retorted, his eyes filled with triumph. Surely this little girl didn't remember anything from yesterday. With her personality, if she was able to win, she definitely wouldn't fall into a state of confusion and let herself be weak like this. Looking at her beautiful lips constantly opening and closing, Harry swallowed his saliva with a gulp. In his mind, he replayed last night's scene like a slow-motion movie, remembering when she pressed him on the sofa and forcibly kissed him. He wanted to tease her a bit.

He tilts his head slightly, concern etched on his face. "No," I breathe, raking my fingers through my hair and exhaling sharply. A thoughtful look crosses Xavier's face as he watches me. "Do you like him, Hermione?" I glower, my anger and frustration boiling over. "No." "You're denying it. Your face is flushed. He definitely kissed you," he gestures to my mouth. "That's why you're like this." I pinch my lips together, feeling a wave of heat wash over my face. It wasn't even a real kiss – just a fleeting brush of his lips against mine. Yet, my lips tingle, and I inhale shakily, tasting the beer flavor and scent on my tongue.

He pulled away and raised up her head before placing his lips on hers. She melted completely into the kiss and ran her hands through his hair. She then suddenly pulled away. "What happened?", He asked. "Chocolate." "What about it?", He asked as he cocked an eyebrow. "I just ate chocolate and you kissed me." Realization dawned on him and he opened his eyes wide. "Oh shit! I totally forgot", he said and chuckled. She was already getting scared. "What happens when you take chocolate?" "Rash appears on my skin." She covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh My God! What do we do?"

My lips curved up with smile of the thought Harry kissing me. I removed my fingers from my lips and slammed my forehead with my palm. What the hell was I thinking? Harry and I were not even in relationship yet I was dreaming about the kiss with him. He didn’t even know I love him but I kept imagining the moments with him. I had gone insane. But... how to kiss a guy? I don’t even know because I never had a kiss. Will Harry feels fine if I do it wrong? Will I enjoy it? Ugh!

Harry kissed every inch of her peaches and switched places from the first to the second slowly, the room was now filled with her soft moan as she grabbed his head and messaged it slowly. Harry was now running impatient, he wanted to see more, wanted to do more…he wanted to fill up her insides. He crouched down below slowly as he traced kisses down her belly going down, her panties were now stopping him from ravaging her down there, he looked up at her seeing the lust and desire in it, beheld her panties, and pulled them down slowly, and then off. Her blooming cherry was now in view, he saw how nice it was and how it smelled like mint. He couldn't take this temptation anymore, he moved his be

I didn't expect any action from him, I approached and gave him a kiss. Harry was as tall as Julian, with a bag in one hand he held my waist with the other, and he returned my kiss at the same time, it looked like he wanted that too. It wasn't exactly a real kiss, like mine with Julian, I didn't have the feeling of going to heaven and back, the desire to melt in his arms. It was just a kiss, if I said it was bad I would be lying, but it wasn't something special I would miss.

Her body was bright and red, shining with thin sweat, especially her lips, which seemed to be soaked in water and extremely wet. It was like a freshly washed cherry, so fresh that one could not help but want to take a bite of it. In this way, Harry did the same. He lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. In the room, Harry adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner to a very high temperature. At this moment, it was very hot. After kissing for a while, he also felt hot, and there was a layer of sweat on his back. Only this slight taste was not satisfied with him. His lips moved slowly from her lips, bit by bit, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her body with faint fragrance, like th

Finally, after confessing what I'd kept buried for so long, my chest rises and falls rapidly as I run out of breath after admitting that… I'm crazy about my best friend's father. I close my eyes guiltily, expecting Harry to reject me, blaming it on the alcohol or saying I'm confused. Instead, I feel one of his hands gently lift my chin, caressing my face before… Something incredibly soft presses against my lips. Opening my eyes in shock, I find Harry's face right in front of mine, kissing my lips with incredible tenderness and affection...

Helena It takes me a moment to realize what's happening because I can feel Harry's soft lips and his intoxicating scent so close that it's... indescribable. I'd imagined this moment for so long that now that it's actually happening, it feels impossible to believe. Harry is kissing me! After a few seconds, Harry breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes. Neither of us says anything, as though we're both waiting for the other to deny it or bring some sense back to the situation because it's... complete madness.