Novel & Cerita Hermione Kisses

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

she commanded, stretching her hand with a glass out and asking for more wine. I chuckled seeing that she wasn't mad anymore. I poured her more wine and then started telling her how I broke the Chairman's seal, and how the witches destroyed Grandma's house. Then I told her about me and Samil… “So, what now? Is that kissing spell of yours completed?!” she called rejoiced after hearing the whole story. “I… don't know,” I smiled awkwardly. “How can you say you don't know?! How many times does this guy have to kiss you to make that damn magic work?!” she angrily crossed arms on her chest.

Hermione appeared besides him, and before I could blink, he kissed her. There was nothing polite or chaste about it. It wasn't accidental or friendly either. The kiss didn't lack passion, like both parties were pouring their hearts and souls into. I didn't read a lot of fairytales, but I knew what this one meant. The pauper didn’t, as a matter of fact, get the prince. I didn’t…I couldn’t understand what was happening in front of me. I blinked. Not once. Not twice. But as many times as I believed will make the horror in front of me go away.

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

He kissed the tip of my nose and reached into his pocket. "I want to make sure it doesn't hurt," he whispered to me, and then kissed me again. I nodded at him to say okay. I could not see what he was doing, but I heard the pop of a tube and then it closing shut. Then Todd turned back to me and kissed me gently. His fingers moved under my dress again and gently headed to my core, teasing as gently as he had been doing, and my inconsistent breaths came back as though they had never left.

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

“My Lord, you may now kiss the bride.“ Freya stilled herself as she heard those words, since she had attended weddings before and knew that was the next thing. It wouldn't be her first time if he kissed her, so she couldn't understand why her heart raced at the thought of his lips on hers. She waited for him to make the first move, even moving closer like she was being possessed and completely forgot that there were hundreds of eager and anxious eyes watching their every move. The Lord leaned in slowly and lowered his head with his lingering blank expression. Freya shut her eyes as she waited for it, so aroused by his appearance that his kissing her felt very normal to her brain. One second

He had to tell her how beautiful she truly was. She blushed and looked away. He wasn't having none of it as he made her face him then he smashed his lips against hers. He kissed her so lovingly and longingly. Kissing Sino was like having a drop of water after days. The kiss got heated, he deepened the kiss pulling her closer, he needed her to feel his hard erection, understand just the effect he had on him. He drew back and just gazed at her. The things he wanted to do to her body were unaccountable. All he wanted to do at that instant was to make her cry out his name while she squirmed under him.

“I do-don’t know what came over me. I knew exactly what I did and-” “What did you do?” I asked him. I wanted him to say it with his own mouth. He needed to admit what was in black and white and not beat around the bush. “Amour-” “Hermione.” I corrected and he swallowed hard. “I kissed a girl. One of my flings… But it did not mean anything.” I laughed. It was dry and humorless. “Who are you trying to fool Hector?”