Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Ron And Hermione Kiss

I felt him twitch as he rode out our high. He finally broke the kiss for some air. "I thought our first time after so long would be in bed and romantic." He said with a smile. "I loved it this way much better." I gave him a quick kiss as he pulled out of me. "Our food should be cold." I giggled as I pulled my clothes on. "I will heat you a plate. And you better have enough energy because this woman wants her pony ride till she is sore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ We were like teenagers who had just fallen in love. We would be caught kissing when I was saying bye to him in the morning. Poor Maria found us so many times about to rip each other's clothes off, I swear we might give her a heart attack.

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.

Her voice cracked a little at the end. “That’s not what happened,” I said. She looked up at me. “What?” I swallowed hard. “I kissed you.” Charlotte blinked. “You what?” “I kissed you,” I repeated. “Not the other way around.” Silence filled the patio. Charlotte stared at me like her brain was trying to process something impossible. “But… the video…” she said slowly. “The video only shows the kiss,” I said. “It doesn’t show that I started it.” Her eyes widened. “So… you’re telling me… I didn’t ruin Maya’s relationship?”

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

My eyes fluttered up to meet his. "Promise?" It came out a whisper, my voice betraying me at the last minute. I reached up with my own hand and pressed his to my cheek. I wanted to remember the way his touch felt. "Promise," he said. He leaned forward and kissed me. I squeezed my eyes shut, memorizing every detail. I wanted to remember his smell, his taste, and the way his lips felt against mine. I would take it with me until he came home. We broke apart reluctantly, hearing the boys downstairs opening and slamming doors. It was time for them to leave. Dean brushed away a tear I hadn't even realized had escaped and kissed the tip of my nose.

A high-pitched voice shatters the tension. A little girl barrels into the dining room with all the energy of a sparkler on fire. She runs straight into Roland’s arms, and he catches her effortlessly, lifting her onto his lap. My fork freezes midair. Wait. What? Roland’s cold expression softens—not much, but enough to notice. Enough to gut-punch the air out of me. The little girl wraps her arms around his neck and he presses a hand to her back, grounding her. Like it’s natural.

Either he has no interest in going further, or he is a pure gentleman. This is what I want. And I want more. I pull myself on top of him to the point where I'm straddling his lips. His hands still don't stray, no matter how hard I accelerate the kiss. It's getting heated, until the sound of the door bursting open behind us immediately pulls me away from him, like he's a plague that if I get caught being near, I will get in serious trouble. Turning around, I see Hermione stumble through the door, her hands cupped under her mouth, filled with blood. The sight near makes me throw up, but I compose myself at the sight of blood trailing from her eyes. It makes both me and Shinee jump out of bed i

“You have to fight this. Do not let that bastard control you. You can do it baby. Just concentrate on me. Concentrate on my voice.” Tears welled in Prince Ron's eyes. What was going on? Why was his beloved bleeding? What did Fredrick do? The ring he had been holding tightly fell to the ground as he raised his hand to the image in front of him, shocked to find it real when his palm came in contact with his beloved's cool cheek. Feeling hopeful, Zedekiel immediately leaned in, his breath ragged, and pressed his lips to Ron’s in a tender, desperate kiss. The touch was electric, a spark that cut through the fog of the spell.

I kiss the scowl off her face, and she goes pliant in my arms. "What do you want, Aiden?" Hermione murmurs as I brush kisses over her eyebrow. "This is torture. Is this payback?" I capture her mouth, taking my time to explore her taste with slow, languid kisses. Hermione's back arches off the bed with a soft moan. She presses her body against mine, her slender fingers tangling through my hair. We both moan in unison, our bodies shivering with pent-up desire. This time, Hermione breaks off the kiss first, turning her face away. We're both gasping for air, our bodies craving more.

Ron was watching with keen interest, never having seen two girls kiss before. The sight was most erotic, and to his surprise, he could feel another noticeable jolt to his groin, and his cock throb beneath the tight sleeve. Hilda tugged Shannon's head over closer to Ron as she broke their kiss, and guided her to the lemon wedge still held tightly between his teeth. Shannon, her body tingling from the vibrating egg as well as the sensual kiss from Hilda, tried to maximize her body contact as she licked and sucked the lemon juice from Ron's mouth and chin, but Hilda held her firm and too quickly pulled her back to sit back against her bound hands on the couch next to Ron.