Hermione Kisses Novels & Stories

In the darkness, the only sound heard was the one made by their wet kiss. Danielle suddenly broke the kiss, "Hermes, do you think this is the right thing to do?" "It's not the right thing to do but it's too late to stop," Hermes responded, taking one hand to her b**b. He laid her on the bed, lifted her flared skirt and removed her panties. Then he laid between her legs and started doing some magic to her cl*t. Danielle moaned uncontrollably when Hermes tongue went in and out of her p**sy.

“Stop it, Hermione.” “Don't say shit like that to me. Acting like you don't feel a damn thing? Come on! You suck at pretending.” “You’re unbelievable! You cheat, you lie, you crawl back into my life like some stray dog, and now you think you can read my face? Get the fuck out of here please.” I bite out, my ears burning with so much heat. His teeth grind, “I didn’t kiss her. I swear on my fucking life I didn’t. I can never do such a thing with any other woman except you, Hermione.”

Hermione gasped for breath, grabbed a fistful of his hair and deepened the kiss. Ruke gave a guttural groan and ran his hands down hermione’s back. The sound that left hermione’s lips had Ruke almost running mad with passion. Hermione’s hands left his hair and travelled down to his chest. She moaned as her hands met strong muscles. Ruke had had enough,his beast was at the edge of hurtling into delirium. He had started the kiss but was slowly losing control when Hermione suddenly stood on tiptoes,placed both hands behind his neck and took the kiss to another level.

She fought down the giggles because of Sasha’s currently somber face. “Lorelei, meanwhile, was wearing her hair down but still wore full geisha makeup and a nightdress. She greeted me in the co-ed common room of the dorm and gave me a kiss on the cheek while whispering her room number. 308. The digits rang sweetly like tiny bells in my love-addled brain. Then she left me to my devices and went back to her room. As she walked languidly up the stairs, she gathered her long black hair away from her nape, exposing two unwhitened areas there that formed a V shape.”

she murmured. I knew she was inexperienced, but that kiss in the hallway was her first? “You were my first kiss… professor Enzo…” she said again in a murmur. “You kissed… a… Volana…” She drifted off to sleep before her sentence was complete; I stared at her in shock, completely frozen. What was she about to say?

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

The kiss. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was fire and water and something dangerous and intoxicating all at once. Her lips pressed against mine, soft but demanding, tentative but teasing. Her hands on my chest, fingers pressing into muscle and bone in a way that made me forget every rule I’ve ever lived by. I remember the taste of her—sweet, faintly spicy, completely hers. The heat that rolled through me, sharp and molten, making my wolf howl inside, trying to mark, trying to claim.

Without breaking the kiss, he gently pulls me into his big muscular arms and further intensifies the kiss. His lips are warm and soft. They were partly sighted, allowing my tongue to slip inside. Our bodies are pressed together heatedly as I our lips joined with each other's. I can taste our shared breath and feel the taste of our combined heartbeat. Warmth blossoms in my chest, igniting it as Alpha Nolan leans in close, with his lips brushing tentatively. This is my first kiss ever. The smell of his perfume is dizzying and it causes butterflies to dance in my stomach. My eyes are closed and they seem to have gotten stuck.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.