Henry Danger Kissing Novels & Stories

His own hands tightly grip my waist, bunching up the fabric of my shirt. His eyes, so dark like pure obsidian, flutter down to look at my lips. The intimate moment seems to shatter like glass, as I rear back, panicked. He’s right, I have been putting off how I feel about him because of fear. What it would mean to be mated to him is too much to bear, and I’m afraid I will fall deeply in love with him and not be able to handle his life. How may be painfully attractive, but kissing him...It could lead to so much more. "Goodnight, Stace,” I mutter, ducking back under the covers on my side, pulling them all the way up to my chin as I face my back to him.

But out of curiosity, I checked it out behind the kitchen's door. I stood up from the dining chair as I heard a high-pitched feminine voice. I minced through the kitchen door and frowned upon seeing a brunette woman kissing Henry and wrapping her arms around his neck. I hid behind the divider to spy on them. "What the fuck are you doing here, Dina?" "That's not important, hun." Every cell in my body awakened at the sight of a brunette clinging around Henry. She was kissing him like a starving woman who had finally found her meal. Henry was pushing her, but the bitch just wouldn't go away.

Damn! He angled his head, keeping his right hand on the back of her neck and slowly moved his lips against hers in a tender manner. She sighed, following his head and began to kiss him back slowly but with equal intensity that excited Henry to the core. He has never been a slow kisser, courtesy of all his escapades. But trying it out for the first time ever, he didn't want to stop. It felt so passionate... So intimate

Henry kissed her shoulder, giving it a light bite. “I told you I’d make you beg.” She laughed, still panting. “And who said I’m done wanting more?” His eyes gleamed. This wouldn’t be an ordinary night. It would only be the beginning of something far more dangerous.

She leaned in, her lips quivering as she waited for his kiss. Henry didn't disappoint. His lips met hers, soft and tender as he moved in closer. Gina sighed, her body melting against his as the kiss deepened. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands moved up and down her back, pulling her even closer. Henry's lips were soft and gentle as they moved over hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. Gina felt her heart flutter as his tongue explored her mouth.

Azhael twisted against the grip, struggling to break free, but Heinz held firm, patient as winter waiting out a storm. Heinz leaned down and pressed his lips to the side of Azhael's neck, slow and deliberate. Azhael went rigid, breath catching audibly. "*Shocked*," was the only thought his mind could form. Heinz didn't stop there. He let his mouth linger, drawing a slow, marking kiss against the same spot, unhurried, savoring it. "Ahh— h...ein...z, st...op," Azhael gasped, voice cracking somewhere between protest and something far less certain.

He says nothing. The silence is suffocating. Clyde’s grip is rough as he drags me through the penthouse, his body radiating anger, possession, something deeper—something dangerous. I barely have time to catch my breath before he yanks me into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us. My back meets the cold wall, and before I can protest, his lips crash into mine. The kiss is punishing, desperate, his teeth tugging at my lower lip, his tongue forcing its way in, claiming me in a way that has my knees weakening.

I don't notice something out of ordinary, only when he kiss me so passionate that I realize, that it was deep and so breathless for me to gasp for air. It's so good, my body heated even more. Sure, he will kill me. His tongue is a knife put me to moaned dreadfully. I don't dare to resist. It's so good, yet dangerous to the extreme. It left me shivering, and my body only continue to heat; his touch could do something to stop it.

It was passionate, sinful, and full of lust. Their tongues collided and they moaned into each other’s mouths. “Argh… Put me inside you.” Henry gasped, he looked eager to get inside her. Emma silently obeyed him and then let go of his twitching member in her hands. “Uhmm.” He groaned when Emma shifted her weight from his lap upward and her breasts pushed up against his face. He tenderly kissed each of them trying to remind himself hard that he can't leave any hickey tonight, not when she was being so obedient to him.

He remembered when merely kissing her turned him on and put him in a wholly different yet intense sexual mood. "Touch me", she whispered into his ear, pressing her body deeper into his. He parted her legs widely and watched as she bent her knees giving him access to her insides. Slowly, he took his middle fingers into her coochie. She threw her head backward and screamed, "God yes". "Keep going".