Harry Potter Romance Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

The angry, shamed part of her still wanted to push him away, suspecting he had spent his absent night with another of his companions, and she remained stiff for a long moment, until his gentle mouth and softly caressing hands smoothed away her resistance. Their lovemaking was slow, almost tenuous, as they let their bodies speak all the things they both wanted to say. Or maybe she was misinterpreting his apologetic touches and soothing kisses. Perhaps she was fooling herself so she could continue sharing her body with him. Even the doubt of that couldn’t hold back her cries of passion, and she was eager for him when he lifted her thigh and entered her carefully, drawing out his possession unt

She was sweet, sexy, and everything he had ever wanted in a woman. He tried to resist his feelings, but the more he saw her, the more he wanted her. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. And then one night, they were both alone together, and he couldn't resist any longer...... Join Justin and Arabella on their rollercoaster ride full of love, hatred, burning passion and desire, betrayal and afcourse smut and lots of drama!

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

Helena When Harry looks into my eyes, I feel so deeply in love that I can't even explain it clearly. Those beautiful blue eyes, his handsome, masculine face. Just one look from Harry is enough to drive me completely crazy... "It was a mistake," I repeat, trying to keep my composure. "Your lips are telling lies, but your sweet body is revealing the truth." Leaning closer, Harry kisses my lips tenderly. I know I should pull away—it would be the right thing to do—but I can't deny my true feelings. I love Harry Oakheart with all my heart. I always have.

"Use your words, little wolf. Tell me exactly what you want." Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling against mine. "I hate you." I laugh, low and dark, and shove two fingers inside her without warning. She chokes on a cry, her walls clenching around me, her hips jerking forward. "No, you don’t." I curl my fingers, finding that spot inside her that makes her see stars, and her entire body tenses, a broken moan spilling from her lips. "You love this. You love how I ruin you."

I'm that perfect girlfriend. We hopped in and I kissed Shawn. My naughty boyfriend couldn't stop licking my lips. "We could do this later." I cupped his cheeks. "Definitely," Shawn replied, biting his lips. When I looked back at Harry, there was just something about his eyes that I couldn't fathom. Was he jealous? That's not even possible. Even if there was another world, Harry will never fall for me.

She settles onto the Queen sized bed completely drained pulling the duvet over herself , she slowly drifts into sleep . **** The soft breeze blows Harry's hair, he picks the elastic band on the lamp stand and packs his wavy shoulder long length hair . He smiles on seeing the beautiful soft hands wrapped around his waist. “ Are you still going to get married to that rude bitch ? ” Anne asks Harry her naughty lover . Her lips pressed firmly against each other dreading his reply. She loves him and he loves her also but Harry was not a man any woman could trust . “ Do you think I will do away with a precious pearl for a stone ? ” Harry replies in a shady manner as usual

His hand runs up my thigh under my dress, lightly roaming over my panties, clearly telling him I have spent most of the day in a highly aroused state. "Damn, so wet and ready you are, and all just for me ... oh I can't wait to be balls deep in my naughty girl". He slaps me rather hard on the ass, before leaving me even more of a mess. When they finally wrap up for the day, I nearly can't contain myself while packing up, my entire body is burning with wanting for him, it is like he cast some sexual spell on me. Right before I reach Byron's trailer Harry shows up, and of course he starts talking ... it doesn't take long before I just want to tell him to fuck of. Finally Harry says goodbye and

_ Rhoooooo, I don't know why, Harry, but I think it does things to us when she treats us like a snack," he declared in a seductive purr. Harry swallowed his saliva with difficulty. His nosebleed had stopped, and he could not take his eyes off his soul mate: "Mate..." he said, his eyes now stopping on Emmanuelle's lips. She approached her lips, brushing those of her beloved. They did not pronounce a word. With infinite slowness, their lips finally met. Gently. Timidly. Passionately.