Novel & Cerita Hermione Kiss Ron

My heart raced with anticipation as I gently cupped Natasha's face, leaning in to capture her lips in a tender, passion-filled kiss. As our lips met, a surge of bliss washed over me, igniting a spark deep within my soul. The way Natasha's arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't contain my happiness, a wide smile breaking across my face as I deepened the kiss, savoring every moment with her. Who could have thought that my worst nightmare became a reality the second I moved my face away from her? Natasha's entire body stiffened like steel. Her heartbeat even stopped pounding from her chest. I begged her to say something, to open her eyes, but she never

No, this is heaven, I decided, losing the rest of my thoughts to his gentle lips and tongue. I sighed with contentment when he pulled away. His kisses were magical. He grinned at me. “You ready?” I nodded. “Yup.” “First, we'll go to our knees,” he explained. “Find the sweet spot, where the balance is best.” “That's what she said,” I quipped. Bastian burst out laughing, stopping in his demonstration and nearly falling into the water. “Just get up on your knees,” he told me, splashing water at me with his hands.

The man's tears increased which calmed the woman. "Chaos. I-I don't mean I'm going away, I-we can't talk anymore. We can still be friends--" "Friend?" The man laughed simply "So you treat me as a friend? Just a friend?" His gaze deepened on the woman. "Chaos, listen--" The woman's eyes widened when the man suddenly kissed her. It touched both of her cheeks and even more covered her entire lip. Khione had her eyes open, while Hades continue to savor the moment. He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it.

They looked too good to resist. “God, you’re poison,” he groaned into my ear. I bit my lip without meaning to. “Biting your lip only makes me want to kiss you more.” He yearned. “Then do.” “I’ll be back soon,” he said again, loosening his grip and turning for the door,but stopped. And in the very next breath, he turned back, stormed toward me, and crushed his lips against mine. The kiss wasn’t gentle, at all. It was fire meeting gasoline, clashing and consuming. His hands gripped my face with a desperation that stole the breath right out of me.I clutched at his shirt, tugging him closer like I needed him to stay or I’d drown.

“Even if you hate me.” She opened her mouth to deny it. He kissed her. Hard. Deep. Desperate. Passionate. And by the gods, she kissed him back. It was heat and hot and wreaked ruin, her fingers in his hair, his hands at her waist, the bond roaring around them. When she woke, she was gasping, sweating, fists tangled in the sheets. Looking up. Ronan was standing in the doorway. Watching her. Breathing just as hard. “I felt it too,” he said.

I shook my head while fidgeting nervously with my fingers, "No, he didn't." She forcefully pulled out a chair, slammed the small white bottle onto the table, and then produced a pair of handcuffs. With a sharp click, she fastened them around my wrists.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

Longing whispered through her, and Ronjon's desire flickered to life. Both of them could hear their heartbeats beating faster than normal. Desire radiated between them. Ronjon placed his palm at the back of her head, looked down at her lips, and bent down. She could hear his breath draw in and kissed her.

I deepen the kiss, my tongue brushing against hers softly. I can still taste the whiskey on her breath, and mixed with the taste of her, it makes for my new favorite drink. My hand slides from her cheek and curls in the strands of her brown, silky hair, and I tighten my grip on it. The pressure on her scalp makes her moan into my mouth, and I smirk into the kiss before deepening it. Letting my tongue brush up against hers. And with a gentle hold on her hair, I am able to keep her where I want her while I kiss her.

You fought me for control… tooth and nail. The truth of it sliced deeper than he wanted to admit. Ronan’s voice softened, almost smugly gentle now. ‘So no, it wasn’t me. I only partook in the kiss, nothing more. You, my human, are the one who made it what it was.’ Callister’s hands curled into fists against the sheets, his glare drilling into the shadowy figure of his wolf. He wanted to argue, but Ronan’s words clung to him like chains he couldn’t break.