Harry Potter Kisses Chocolate นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She could smell Harry's fragrant breath and felt its delicate lips all the rage. She was unable to move as though she was iced with anxiety and she recently felt that Harry had quit kissing her, and Harry gave her a red rose and grinned at her. He then got back to the stage and sang. While Arosh stayed shocked and couldn't completely accept that what had occurred? Watchers were stunned to observe Harry kiss Arosh. They were completely stunned and amazed at what Harry had done. Then they were excited when Harry gave a bloom to Arosh and even Fanky was really excited it was for Arosh.

"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.

He felt as if he was back in the past, when they were still deeply in love, indulging in their sweet time together. Suddenly, Harry felt a sharp pain on his lips and tasted blood in his mouth. She had bitten his lips! Harry did not stop the kiss. Even though they both tasted blood in the kiss, his kiss became rougher, urgent, and needy for her. By the end of this unending kiss, Summer raised her hand, wanting to slap him again. Harry reacted quickly, grabbing her hand in his. "Do you think I'd let you hit me a second time?"

I shrieked when he pushed me against the closed door of a classroom before he cupped my cheeks and claimed my lips. I smiled against his lips and answered his kisses. “You silly!” He just chuckled and kissed me again before he held my hand. We ran along the hallway again until we reached the locker room. “Where's your locker?” I pointed at the locker I used before. It has a different name now. Harry pushed me against my locker and kissed me again. I chuckled and snaked my arms around his neck. He pulled away and stared at my face. “Where do you spend most of your time?”

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

I shake my head at him, hardly believing he wants to encourage me to use my magic right now. "Or we could just spend some time together, just you and me," he say sweetly, drawing him closer between my legs. Grabbing either side of his face, I draw him in for a kiss. He doesn't pull away, although I can tell he's not about to sweep me up off this counter and take me to his bedroom. Right now, I want that more than I want to be in his mind. He sighs as he pulls away, holding me by the shoulders.

She threw herself on the chair as her cheeks became reddened, screaming hotness like a burning furnace. George quickly observed her mood, then rushed to the coffee flasks and poured out some mouthfuls of coffee into a small circle-like cup. She collected it snappily as she emptied it into her mouth. Then he moved close to her, planted a soft kiss on her forehead then, whispered into her ear, “Talk to me, love. How did it go?” She tried to speak but couldn’t find her voice, and tears began to rush out of her eyes. They immensely dripped all over her face.

I kissed her lightly on her lips and ordered a couple of drinks for us. We flirted with each other all throughout the evening. We both enjoyed sharing some kisses not minding the people watching us. I had to have her tonight or I'll lose my mind. So I decided to bring her to my place. We went to the next building and I had a friend take us to my place with his chopper. All throughout the flight we continued to kiss while I try to remain in control. I could feel myself wanting to taste her. My fangs keep protruding every time my mouth kisses the pulsing veins on her neck. But I stay focused on her enjoying our kisses and panting every time I stop kissing her.