Harry Potter Lemon Fanfic Novels & Stories

I say, kissing his cheek. “And I ordered mommy mango italian ice.” “You know me so well.” Letting a smile slowly spread across my face, I shift my gaze from Geo to Diego, who is watching me, and when our eyes meet, I feel that pull, which I now know is due to his lycan being mated to me. Frowning, I continue to meet Diego’s gaze head-on while wondering if, if I searched enough, I could actually find his lycan looking back at me from somewhere within.

he said, pulling out a small pouch and handing it to me. As I unwrapped a piece and popped it into my mouth, the familiar tang of lemon exploded on my tongue. It tasted… like him. Like his lips, always faintly scented with lemon, intoxicatingly sweet. The memory of our kisses, the taste of his skin flooded back, igniting a fire within me and a canal desire. Heat suddenly surged through me, and I could feel my chest tightening. Fuck! How can lemon candies turn me on now? I’m slowly getting crazy.

My breath hitched, and the mix of metal and his sweat filled my lungs. “Leon! What the hell—” My words died as his grip cinched, perfectly balanced, not choking me, but making me feel the edge of death. I’d underestimated him. “Harry…” His knee forced between my legs, the rough fabric of his trousers rubbing against me. “Didn’t you once say you wanted me to spray on your face?” I froze, blood running cold. There was never coming back from this, was there?

“You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” “I wasn’t even aware,” she mumbled behind her hands. “I just remember feeling hot, heart racing, and then… blackout. I’m so embarrassed.” Harry leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips now. “If it helps… you were adorable. Like a kitten high on catnip.” “Oh my God, don’t compare me to a kitten,” Arabella groaned, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t even know why I acted that crazy.” “Grandpa’s potion is unpredictable,” Harry said, grabbing his coffee. “And you just drank it like it was tea.”

Loving. "You're staring," I said, catching him at the edge of the training ground. He smiled. "I'm admiring." I felt my face warm. "Admiring what?" He stepped closer, his hand finding mine. "Admiring my mate. My Luna. My home." I leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his skin, the pulse of the bond. "You're going to make me cry." He kissed my forehead. "Then cry. I'll catch every tear."

I welcome them eagerly, feeling two of his fingers gently preparing me. "Wow... This place is full of my seed," Harry whispers excitedly. "You made love to me all afternoon without stopping. It's pretty obvious it would end up like this," I reply shyly. "I'm not complaining. I like it. I love that you're mine." Harry kisses my lips hungrily while withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his large cock, making me gasp and tremble with anticipation. I forget all the pain I felt before, replaced by the deepest pleasure.

Any thought of Autumn, Winter, or Cameron was banished from Jules’ mind. “Now,” Harry turned slowly, letting Jules look, swinging the curtain of hair back over their shoulder with a smirk. “This is me.” They reached down to cup their c-ck. There was a piercing through the frenulum and Jules’ stomach flipflopped as he imagined how that would feel… Jules nodded, rendered wordless.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Harry did not heed the wolf's words, he had promised Manny, that they would decide after the mating games event took place. Harry was in front of Manny, his eyes fixed on the plump lips of the woman with loose and fragrant hair, she knew how to take care of herself. He could smell her hair lotion… oh or was that the smell of her shampoo, it was the Smells of lemon grass… very fresh and therapeutic.

Author's Pov "I am ready to sacrifice anything for my sister. Have it. This is what you always wanted right. To win over me. It's all yours now but in return just free my sister. Stay away from her." Liam said with a heavy heart. He knew doing this wouldn't make her change her mind but at least she will have peace of mind after all in his mind he still thinks that Harry is torturing her. Suddenly a sound of chuckle echoed in the room as Harry stood up from his seat roughly slamming the file on the floor. Liam stared at him with wide eyes.