Harry Potter Kisses Chocolate Novels & Stories

" One of the men comes forward with a bottle of the potion. And she doesn't wait, taking it and pressing it to his lips. But he doesn't take it...he doesn't move. " Darn it!" Cursing ,she empties the bottle in her own mouth to press her lips on him. Giving it to him, kissing him. Feeling his soft warm lips touch her, making her cry more. But nothing. He doesn't move. His body doesn't respond. She tries harder, kissing him more passionately, but all invain. Moving back, she sees those potion drops fall down from the corner of his lips.

He winked at her before throwing a bar of chocolate in her direction and she caught it. She excitedly ran in his direction before hugging him. "Thank you, Harry!" she exclaimed with a kid-like manner and he chuckled. She pulled him lower to match her height before kissing him on the cheeks. "What–" His face turned red after feeling her soft lips against his cheeks.

A kiss that says shut the fuck up and let the dead be dead. After a minute, Anna complained, "What the hell was that?" With the way he stared at her, she wondered if he felt what she felt. "The what? The kiss?" Harry's eyes softened and gave her a lopsided grin and brought his fingertips up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't be shy, sweet. They won't mind it." He winked.

She disguised it very well, but the meeting didn't leave her mind for a single moment, except when they arrived at her apartment and had sex on the kitchen counter. Harry let Kath eat some grapes, but soon began to unbutton the chemise dress she was wearing and attacked her neck with his lips. He held one of her still-covered breasts and squeezed her firm buttocks with the other hand, while his tongue moistened the lace of her bra. He pressed his already erect member against her abdomen, making the girl shudder and let go of the bunch of fruit. Then, he got rid of the dress and sat the brunette on the counter, tearing off his own shirt before exchanging a lustful kiss with her, who began to

I saw him smiled and stared away shyly I love you; he said staring at me I stared at his eyes and smiled I love you too; I said shyly He stared at me sweetly I didnt even know when we moved our lips closer to each other Our lips met and we kissed passionately He bit my lips so sweetly He is really a good kisser; I thought We kissed for a very long time He caress my body so sweetly Suddenly, we heard a sound of footstep and someone coughed We quickly unlocked from the kiss OMG! Such a mood spoiler.... . T.B.C

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”

I often forget that it is even Byron and not really Hades the Greek God standing there. *Byron* "How were the rules again, Harry ? I only lose this if I kiss her passionately first right ?" I look at Harry, sitting across the table... but I am eyeing Alicia at the other table too. It is lunch break and I know she can easily hear everything I say, which is also my intent ... I am trying to wind her up a bit. Harry swallows his food. "Yup, even though I am a little confused on the essence of a passionate kiss … does it involve tongue ? Or some kind of heated moaning ?"

I'M KISSING HARRY. Before I kissed him, Harry whispered to me. "We could end this game now If you want. I know you're still mad at me." He whispered. "No. Let's do this." I say. All my body was craving for that strawberry lips as I stared at it. I wasn't thinking about what Harry said. I was thinking about playing the game. A part of me was so excited about the dare. NO, EVERY PART OF ME. I cupped his chin, bringing his face closer to me as my lips devoured his softly. I almost forgot we were playing a game until Harry backed out. I looked at him in an unsure manner. Did he feel anything for me, not even a little bit? He took me away from my delusion when he suddenly cleaned his lips with hi

"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?"