Henry Danger Kissing Novels & Stories

“It feels more dangerous. And I don’t like the idea of you being in danger because of me.” “I’ve known her fifteen years,” I told him, stepping in to touch his chest again. But this time, he touched me back, reaching for my stray piece of hair that had fallen from its ponytail holder before he tucked it behind my ear. “I’ve come under her wrath countless times.” I spread my arms and grinned up at him. “And yet here I am. Still alive. I’ve survived every encounter, so see… Proof she’s not all that dangerous.” Ezra’s features filled with affection as he cupped my face in his hand and smiled. “Only you could use the argument ‘I’m not dead yet’ to prove there was no danger.”

"Do you know how many girls have told me how such a good kisser I am?" "L-Let go of me, Damon. I-I swear I'm going to kick your precious balls if you ever try doing something immoral to me!" I threatened him with my shaking voice. But the maniac didn't even bother, he moved even closer, staring straight in my eyes, "Whenever I kiss a girl, I love biting their lower lip, sucking their tongue, play with it, and drive them crazy." I gulped as I saw him licked his lips while seductively staring at me. My heart was beating so fast. Oh my God, am I going to finally have my first kiss with this handsome man? No, I want Henry to be my first kiss, not this maniac...

And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face. “Jer?” “Shut up, Kyle. “ The next thing I feel is his fingers digging in my new short hair and he's kissing me. Not slowly and carefully like he did last time. But hungry and hot. I press towards him and return the kiss. * * * Eva

​He didn't reply, instead, he stepped close again, closer than before, until I could smell the faint scent of expensive cologne and something deeper, like leather and warm spice. He placed his hands on my shoulders, his touch professional yet utterly invasive, and stared down at me. ​“I think you owe me one more thing, Mona,” Kade murmured, his thumb gently tracing the faint, hairline scar tissue near my left eye, the hidden marker of my brutalized childhood. “You owe me the name of the man who put this there. If we’re partners, I think it's imperative to know why you hate all men so much.”

I barely had time to breathe before he pushed me backward against the edge of the table. Papers scattered onto the floor. Neither of us cared. “Fort—” He kissed me again before I could finish. Harder this time. The kind of kiss that felt dangerously close to desperation. And underneath all of it— fear. I felt it there. Hidden beneath the intensity. The panic of losing control. Of losing people. Of history repeating itself. So I grabbed his face firmly and forced him to look at me. “I’m here,” I said quietly. Something in his expression cracked.

I say, my voice trembling slightly, “thank you for coming for me, for all of this.” He steps closer, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the cold night air. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else. You mean everything to me, Cheryl.” Before I can respond, he leans in, his lips brushing mine in a tender, urgent kiss. The intensity of the moment, the danger, and our shared fear make the kiss more passionate than I expected. I find myself clinging to him, losing myself in the comfort of his touch.

His eyes locked onto Luna Mara's, and he smiled, his lips curling up in a gentle, tender smile. As he leaned in, his lips brushed against hers in a soft, sweet kiss. The touch sent shivers down Luna Mara's spine, her heart fluttering in response. She melted into his embrace, her arms wrapping around him, holding him close as they savored the moment. The kiss deepened, their love and connection palpable in the air. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a declaration of their devotion to each other. Henry's lips traced the curves of Luna Mara's mouth, his touch igniting a fire that burned bright and true.

It wasn't until Richard kicked Nigel that I finally switched it off. "The indictment has already been filed with the court. If everything goes as planned, authorities will be waiting to take you in for questioning the moment you leave this building." Nigel stood motionless. "Jenna, do you have no love left for me?" I looked at him and said emphatically, "Nigel Heath, I wish you were dead." The words seemed to petrify him. Then, he shoved Richard off him and rushed toward the window, stepping out with one foot already over the ledge.

Anaya declared and Henry paused for a while. “Never.” Henry responded without hesitation. “Henry–” “Can we not talk about this now, Anaya? Let’s think positively. Everything’s going to be fine. We’re going to get to the bottom of this and arrest whoever is behind the attacks. Don’t worry.” He grabbed her hand to comfort her. Anaya leaned towards him and kissed his cheek but Henry was hungry for more. He pulled her chin and locked his lips with hers, savouring her taste. The noises of the cartoon faded in the background as the kiss heated up. Anaya tangled her fingers in his hair and his hands roamed her waist and thighs.

He pushed me into my room, closing the door behind him while our lips were still attached to each other. I tried to compose myself as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Henry deepened the kiss by parting my lips with his tongue until he was entirely inside, exploring and tasting me. I shut my eyes hard as my blood pressure raised to every twirl of his tongue with mine. His mouth was sweet and addicting. Henry was a great kisser too. The kiss was so good, but his skillful touch made it more sensual. His finger slipped into the seam of my panties.