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The smell of rich hot chocolate made me smile, especially when he pulled out a can of Pringles potato chips. "This I remembered on my own," he said with a small smile as he handed me the can. I smiled widely and popped the top, dunking a chip into my hot chocolate. Owen laughed at my enthusiasm and grabbed a chip for himself. He dipped it carefully, and stuck it in his mouth. A strange look came over his face. "This is seriously your favorite food?" he said around pieces of the chip still in his mouth. I nodded and dipped another. He swallowed and looked at me as though I might be a little crazy. "You don't like it, do you?" I asked. He shook his head from side to side.

But instead, he sprinted right past me, making a beeline for Sally who was still smiling. The crowd gasped in surprise as Harry grabbed Sally's face and kissed her deeply. The cheerleading team cheered even louder, while I stood there, stunned. What was happening? What the hell was happening? Why the fuck was Harry kissing her! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! As I watched Harry kiss Sally, a strange sensation burned within me. It was as if a flame had ignited in my chest, spreading a warm, uncomfortable feeling throughout my body. I felt my face grow hot, my eyes narrowing as I struggled to comprehend why I was reacting this way.

Harry tried to avoid the kiss however, it seemed like he wanted to talk. To hell with all his explanations for his ex-mate. Manny was already burning with passionate flames. She held both sides of Harry's head until she managed to kiss him on the lips. An inverted position! Manny thought and smiled happily. Manny's tongue stroked Harry's upper and lower lips, causing him to growl under his breath. Meanwhile, Harry was half dying holding his wolf which had been forcing him to come out. The wolf was scared .. this moment will be wasted again, he wanted to immediately make Manny his.

When his lips found her quivering lips, that's when her walls shattered. Harry kissed her slowly and reluctantly. He kissed her as if he was trying to get to her soul. His hand remained on her nape while the other slowly found its way to her hips, his fingers digging gently to pull her close and completely cross the small distance between them. Elsa let out a gasp. She's been starving for so long. Before her husband died, he was in a coma for almost a year, and it's been a long time since she felt a touch of a man. Unlike the kisses they shared, Harry's kisses are raw and sinful.

A saint be like. The devil on my left shoulder says so otherwise. He says that I should let him be since he's being too clingy and letting his imagination run a little wilder is good since it's cute seeing him jealous. A bad b*tch be like. I opened the door and stared at his tantalizing raven black eyes as he sulked and looked like he was about to cry, "A-Actually, Harry did kiss my cheek. But I wanted to be honest with you so there, but please don't be mad at him. He only kissed my cheek because of the dare, about the maid outfit. I have a picture just like you asked!" I reasoned.

He kissed all over her ear before going down towards her revealing neck which now had his marks. Rose hid her marks in the morning but after coming back home she took a shower and in doing so the foundation got washed away and she didn’t try to hide it as she thought it will be only her and Harry. Warning: Mature Content Ahead Harry kissed the marks he left on her last night and sucked harder on the same spots. He wrapped his arm around her tiny waist and picked her up like she weighed nothing. He turned her to face him and made her sit on his laps letting her legs fell sideways. She was straddling him. Her hands held his biceps when he moved his chair forward and slammed her back against th

Taking my hand, he stands up and leads me out the kitchen door. Walking out the emergency exit and standing in the alley, he leans me up against the wall and kisses me. When our lips touch, it's like fireworks and an earthquake going off all at once. My insides feel like they are about to burst when he lifts me up by my butt and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

*** The chauffeur matched the breaks the very moment he pulled into the massive garage of Xavier Le Premiere square. “Here we go, pussies”. He said and wore a pussy mask. He, too, was in for the party. “Come get the door, dick”. Laura said in response, sparking a sort of confusion in my unseen mind. How could a chauffeur call his passenger such weird name, pussy? He alighted and got the door for us, and we alighted, but while I made for the massive ground, Laura stayed back and stole a couple of kisses from the man, before coming after me.

And then, he kissed her. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It wasn’t a loving kiss. It was a kiss filled with anger, with hate, with longing, with all the conflicting emotions that were tearing him apart. It was a kiss that said I hate you and I love you all at once. It was a kiss that said I want to push you away and I want to pull you close. It was a kiss that was messy, and rough, and desperate, and perfect.

The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ ____________________