Harry Potter Kissing Novels & Stories

A wicket smile appeared on me before I allowed our mouths to join in an intense kiss. I inhaled his scent and pressed my bottom to him, enjoying his tongue in my mouth. I knew this was forbidden, and it made it even sweeter. I knew this was public, and it made it even more thrilling. My wild side thought I can even make sex with him then and there, and it will be just fine with everybody. I had no idea how long we kissed, a minute, ten minutes...it was until he moved to deprive me of his touch. I opened my eyes and looked around at the happy faces of the cheering group.

He really did like me. I leaned over and kissed him. The world was tipsy and wonderful, but somehow incredibly right as our lips met. His hand grabbed the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in the mess of my ponytail, pulling me closer to him. I slid across the leather seat, heat and desire searing through me. All I wanted was to kiss him, to touch him, to be with him.

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

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

he chuckled and my half of my lips grinned at him. "Well, and this..." I leaned forward to kiss him and I felt his hands pushing me more to him. I was impressed that he never tried to moved his hands to try touching me, he was a gentleman not like other guy s who just wanted to touch my body and didn't hesitate to do it on public, but this guy was indeed kissing me back but he has respect to my body. "Damn it! Zoren!" a man shouted and this guy immediately broke the kiss and stared at the man behind me. He looked surprised but he just winked.

I shook my head while fidgeting nervously with my fingers, "No, he didn't." She forcefully pulled out a chair, slammed the small white bottle onto the table, and then produced a pair of handcuffs. With a sharp click, she fastened them around my wrists.

, 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.

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

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.

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