Hermione Kissing Novels & Stories

The sweet scent of her arousal filtered up to my nose like nectar. I slid my tongue into her sweet mouth, making her shiver. Soft moans escaped her throat as if she wanted me to dominate the kiss now. I didn’t hold back! I didn’t care if this was her family's home and anyone could walk into the room. Cupping her ass, I molded her body against mine. My tongue swirled against hers and I deepened the kiss to a new level. She was my drug, my food, my oxygen, my nectar, and I needed nothing more. A throat cleared outside the room, and I released her reluctantly. “Princess Hermione, can I come inside with your medicines? Luna Helena has sent them for you.”

his voice rises and it makes me stop to look at him. The moment our eyes lock with each other, it feels like fireworks on a summer night. At this moment, his words just melted every resistance, every wall, every reason that's left of me. Leaving me with this consuming desire for him. He holds my hair, our foreheads fall on each other's. Like it's the moment we finally give up fighting. “I love you… Hermione,” he confesses, and my stomach does a wild sickening flip that feels too fucking good!

He tilts his head slightly, concern etched on his face. "No," I breathe, raking my fingers through my hair and exhaling sharply. A thoughtful look crosses Xavier's face as he watches me. "Do you like him, Hermione?" I glower, my anger and frustration boiling over. "No." "You're denying it. Your face is flushed. He definitely kissed you," he gestures to my mouth. "That's why you're like this." I pinch my lips together, feeling a wave of heat wash over my face. It wasn't even a real kiss – just a fleeting brush of his lips against mine. Yet, my lips tingle, and I inhale shakily, tasting the beer flavor and scent on my tongue.

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.

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.”

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.

Hermes pouts. “You get to fuck her pussy, man,” I say, panting. “Let me have this one.” Alex slams into JoJo again and Hermes forgets his pout real quick. “Oh, oh, oh!” JoJo whimpers around my cock. I’m close. Too fucking close. Then Hermes moans, “Share that beautiful cock with me, Josefina. Kiss me with it between you.” And the two of them—gods, the two of them—start kissing and licking my cock between their mouths, tongues tangled around me.

It means a great deal to me! ＊ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ "And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

“Derrick and I kissed, in my bedroom the day he came over. And Hector and I kissed in your car. The day we went to the park.” “Really?” Ken’s eyebrows furrowed. “We actually did a little more than kissing.” I tried to tell him in hopes he will not get upset. “I see.” Ken said. “Well, I’m not surprised. The two of you looked off when Tiffany and I got in so I suspected something was off. That grounding is well deserved.” I frowned at Ken. “Is that all you have to say after I confessed the truth?” “You have counselling, Hermione. And please let Mrs. Pierce know about your two boyfriends. She must have valuable advice to give.” Ken said before hopping out of his car.

she mumbles, looking down at her feet. I can tell that’s hard for her to admit. I reach up to caress the side of her face, stroking her cheek with my thumb. Instead of pushing me away, she leans in to my touch. Unable to resist the magnetic pull between us, I brush my lips against hers. She shivers in response, moving her body closer to mine. As the space between us closes, desire takes over and suddenly I’m pinning her against the wall, sucking and licking her lips that are sweetened with strawberry lip-gloss. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I lift her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist. My tongue slides into her mouth, making her moan loudly.