Harry Potter Kisses Chocolate Novels & Stories

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

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.

I kiss him ,my one hand holding his torso and other in his hair. Harry's thumbs grazes my lips which are swollen after the kiss but then he suddenly takes the spatula to flip the pancakes. I sit still and cross my legs on the countertop while harry gets the plates to place the pancakes. He gets the maple syrup and chocolate syrup for me specially to pour over my pancakes and starts the coffeemaker for coffee.

He says over my lips. I smile. “And I like kissing you more only if your lips don’t taste like tobacco.” Harry chuckles his throat, “I am sorry but don’t worry I am not really a smoker.” “Well good because I don’t want to taste tobacco all the time.” He smiles, “I’m sorry.” I shake my head sideways, “Harry?” I call out as I push his hair behind his ear and he looked at me with his attentive emerald eyes. “Yes sweet cheeks?” He plants a kiss on my right cheek while I feel his palm rubbing over my side.

as if to make excuses, she placed a chaste kiss on Harry's lips. _Roooh, is that why she asked us if we were going to take her like a horny beast? Did she assume we were incapable of behaving? Can we start listing the preconceived notions, please, Harry? I really like what happens after every misunderstanding between us," Till asked with a purr. Harry had closed his eyes and kept his lips forward. He wished their kiss had been as long and as passionate as it had been in the Village Café. But he had to reluctantly open one eye when he saw she was not trying to kiss him again.

Because how do I explain something I don’t even understand? His hand shifts, slides slightly higher, unroll it, resting just above my knees. My breath stutters. No one. notices, but I do. Oh, I do. “Spontaneity.” He says before I can speak. The word is calm, controlled, like that moment wants anything more than a witch encounter. I swear I was spelled. Someone hexed me in some third-dimensional realm, forcing me to slam my lips against his clam-like ones. ‘If clams could kiss like him….’ No….no, Charlotte.

Suddenly an evil grin crosses Harry’s face. “Actually, I think I am going to keep on doing exactly what I have been doing. At least I’ve got her attention now. I’m the only one at this table who got a special drink.” Huh, he’s… happy I’m not sure that Cam was aiming to please him when she spiked his drink. But then again, he’s not wrong that he has her attention. Without hesitating, Harry stands up, leans down and kisses me on the cheek. Bellamy growls and Harry dodges away as Bellamy grabs at him.

Hermione appeared besides him, and before I could blink, he kissed her. There was nothing polite or chaste about it. It wasn't accidental or friendly either. The kiss didn't lack passion, like both parties were pouring their hearts and souls into. I didn't read a lot of fairytales, but I knew what this one meant. The pauper didn’t, as a matter of fact, get the prince. I didn’t…I couldn’t understand what was happening in front of me. I blinked. Not once. Not twice. But as many times as I believed will make the horror in front of me go away.

he offers. She rolls her eyes. “But what has one thing to do with the other?” “Chocolate will help you think better, and make the right decision,” he mutters. “Open your mouth.” “Okay, but I don't think I'll change my mind anyway, darling. It's a lot of money.” Harper lets out a sigh and opens her mouth to receive Daniel's slice of dessert. “Take it as my wedding present, will you?” She says. “Wedding gift?” Harper says with her mouth full, “But if you and I don't...” She stops when she feels something hard crash against her teeth. “But what the…?” She takes the foreign object out of her mouth and looks at it.

, Harry said and leaned in closer. Harry's eyes were filled with sincerity as he leaned in closer, his breath warm and sweet. He gently cupped Anastasia's face, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of her jaw. Time seemed to stand still as he closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. It was soft and slow, full of unspoken emotions and promises. Harry's kiss conveyed his deep affection and longing, every touch a testament to the love he professed. Anastasia felt her heart melt as she responded, the world around them fading away, leaving just the two of them in a moment of pure, undeniable connection.