Hermione Kissing Novels & Stories

Ella said firmly. "And guess what?" Ella said to them, there was no way she'd keep quiet now, she'd make sure to hurt them back. "We just kissed, yes and you see this mark here..." She pointed at the hickey on her collarbone. "That's the Death lords!" She spat out with a victorious smile on her face. "Are you showing off right now?" Lauren asked. "Stop lieing, the Death lord wouldn't kiss you, maybe one of those guards at the gate gave you that, don't you think girls?" Lauren asked.

Not wanting to unplug anything, I sit down and hold her hand. I just sit there for a few minutes not knowing what to do and then I remembered a movie where someone was in a coma and their true love kissed them on the lips. After they did that and called their name, the love interest woke up. Thinking it corny at first, I decided not to do it, but then realizing that the nurse was due to come in any minute to kick me out, I stand up and give it a shot.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

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.

“Right?” Irwin’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice breaking. Dorian’s hand moved to her hair, his fingers tangling in the golden strands as he pulled her closer. His lips crashed against hers, a desperate and passionate kiss that seemed to silence all the questions and fears swirling between them. Irwin melted into him, her hands sliding up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingers. For a moment, everything else faded away. The tension, the pain, the uncertainty—it all disappeared, replaced by a connection that was raw and undeniable.

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.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

Belle’s heart was racing faster than it had ever done before. She couldn’t believe what was happening. He was taller than her and she loves a man who was taller than her. Ronnie’s brain reeled from sensory overload. Belle’s honeysuckle scent,her red velvet lips, shoved him to the brink. It had been a long time. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman the way he wanted her. He leaned forward, looking into her eyes, he whispered in her ear with a soft voice; “Can i kiss you?” Belle was almost trembling but not because she was afraid. It was because she had waited for this moment and it was finally happening.

When the magic faded away, she opened her eyes. "I love you," Hermes said, kissing her as he began moving again. "I love you too. Now fuck me hard so we can meet with the others and figure out how we're going to defeat those evil sisters." Hermes smiled as he did what she said.

I tipped back to see her face, her eyes were hard clenching and she's biting her lower lip that I could see it's drawing blood. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked. She opens her eyes slowly and the lust is visible on them. "You are such a fucking pervert, Liam." "Oh yes, I am." I said smirking and slammed my lips on hers and we kissed hungrily and aggressively, tasting the toothpaste she used and blending with a little bit of bitter taste because of the whiskey I consumed. I smiled between our kisses when I noticed that it seems that it is Hera's first kiss as she keeps unintentionally grazing her teeth on my lips. "First time?" I teased as I broke the kiss which caused her face to flush.