Harry Potter Kisses Chocolate Novels & Stories

she asked, horrified. Harry gave a faint smile. “Almost. You begged for cuddles, tried to seduce me, and climbed on me like a caterpillar looking for a leaf.” Arabella grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it. “I’m doomed. I got high on herbal juice! I must’ve looked like a soap opera girl possessed by cheesy romance.” Harry chuckled. “More like a shy K-drama heroine learning how to flirt.” Arabella groaned into her pillow. “Did I... kiss you?”

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

A forehead kiss from Harry. What the hell does that even mean?

It means a great deal to me! ＊ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ "And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

“In my head. In the woods. Even when I sleep.” She walked toward me, two mugs in hand and passed one to me like she hadn’t heard a word. I took it. Our fingers touched but she didn’t pull away. Neither did I. “I could say the same,” she said. And just like that, I found myself getting up and moving closer to her, closer than I had any right to be. “You shouldn’t,” I said quietly. She couldn’t understand what the danger was. “Too late,” she whispered. I took a step closer, much more than I should have, really, and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warmer than I expected. She tasted like honey and chamomile. Her hand touched my chest, resting there.

Harry stared at her with a puzzled look. "I....I.... please,Harry kiss me" she didn't know when she begged for it again yet,he didn't make a move. Sensing that he wouldn't make any move,she crashed her lips on his,he kissed her back slowly. The first touch of her lips was slow and drugging but it quickly escalated to a firm and urgent possession. She felt the swipe of his tongue and then the bite of his teeth against her lips. He made a guttural sound into her mouth which could be interpreted as bliss,his kiss turned completely fierce, it contained a ferocious and hungry passion and she felt a lurch of pure,physical excitement.

" 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.

He tastes so f*cking addictive, I can do this forever. I release him after a few minutes, leaving him flushed like a red apple. I take a deep breath in, captivated by the way he looks at me, making me want to devour him. He falls onto the duvet and turn away from me, "You kiss like a dementor in Harry Potter." "Is that an insult?" I ask, poking at his sides, he squeals and moves away from me. "No way!" Should put some soothing gel on his neck.

"Who let you in?!" She asks and wanting to slap her face realizing the idiot knows her password now. "I used Alohomora in your door, witch." He says motioning his hand in a circular way as if casting a spel. "Do you want me to cruicio you?!" She frowns trying not to grin finding out that this serious looking handsome stranger is also a Potterhead. "Well, you'll be back to Azkaban if you do." He smirks as he sits comfortable and snatching the cup of ice cream she has in hand before putting a spoonful of brain freezing cream in his mouth.

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding