Wedding Ron And Hermione Kiss Novels & Stories

They were hugging each other, still feeling the excitement of their wedding. “Yes, my husband. I am so so happy!” She tip-toed and pulled Eon’s collar to kiss him deeper. Eon smirked rather proudly for pulling off this surprise wedding and returned his wife's kiss with candor. And with that one kiss, their desires for each other were lighted like a firework in the sky. He pushed Lina down on the flat rocks they were standing, lifted the hem of her dress and shoved her panty in the side, and entered her.

My body froze. Right in front of me, Ronan—my husband—was kissing a woman. His arms wrapped around her waist, their lips locked with hunger and passion. But that wasn’t even the worst part. The woman… was my friend. Rowena Virell. “R-Ronan…?” My voice cracked. They both immediately broke apart, startled. Rowena looked down and quickly buttoned up her blouse. Ronan stood frozen for a second, then rushed toward me in panic.

"Come, kiss me, anyway no one else is here but us." "You?" Asha moved back, getting hot and bothered with his words. The groom laughed his heart out as he moved closer to her. She moved back again, and he moved closer again until Asha had no room to move. "You're cornered now. Just a kiss, my wedding gift, since you haven't prepared any." He teased her with his coquettish smile. The wife timidly said, "close your eyes first." Those words tickled Ronjon's ears, making him laugh again. "If you won't, I won't kiss you." Asha moved sideways, feeling abashed.

He slid the diamond-encrusted band onto my finger, the stones catching the light like a thousand tiny stars. "With this ring, I wed thee," he replied, his voice deep and resonant, filling the space between us. "I now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest declared. "You may kiss the bride." Ronan didn't hesitate. He reached out, his hand cupping the back of my neck as he pulled me to him. The kiss was deep, possessive, and filled with the promise of everything we were about to build together. In that moment, the world outside—the scandals, the enemies, the revenge—it all faded away.

He sat next to her and smiled while his eyes were fixed on her face. " Yes, to be your mate." She turned to face him fully. "Kiss me, Ron," she ordered, looking into his eyes. Ron did, his hand drawing her into him as his lips found hers and he kissed her. He had waited for a time like that when they could be alone together, without fears or anything to hold them back from satisfying their passion for each other and the time was finally there. He held her firmly even as she made slow gutteral moans that soon started to fill the room. She held his shirt, tugged at him, the passion intensifying that she could not hold herself back from touching him everywhere.

“Shall we spend our first night as a married couple here?” Seraphina, still in his arms, gently touched his face before leaning down to kiss him. “I’ll stay anywhere, as long as you’re with me.” Ronan’s heart beat in perfect sync with hers, a steady rhythm of love and devotion. He kissed her back, his smile soft and full of promise. “I love you, Seraphina.” “I love you too, Ronan,” she whispered, the world fading away around them as they stood together, forever bound by their love.

But her eyes came back to me fast. "Yes," she said. Her voice was clear. "Yes, Ronan. Yes." The room exploded in cheers. Wolves clapped. Howled happy. Silas whistled loud. Jerome wiped his eyes quickly. I stood up. Slid the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly. Then I pulled her close. We kissed deeply. Long. Her arms around my neck. Mine around her waist. Careful of the belly. The pup kicked again. Like it said yes too.

"By the authority bestowed upon me by the Kingdom of Fenrisa and under the blessing of Goddess Selene, I now pronounce you Husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." Rowan smiles. "I've been waiting for permission." I laugh through my tears. He gently cups my face. Our lips meet softly. The kiss carries every hardship we've survived together, every promise we've made and the future waiting ahead of us. When we finally pull apart, thunderous applause erupts throughout the gardens. Cheers echo across the lake. Flower petals rain from above.

A loud cheer rolled through the audience with a bunch of cute sounds. “Then by the power vested in me,” the officiant continued, smiling, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The crowd applauded. Ronald didn’t wait. He pulled Kyla close, one hand pressing against the small side of her back, the other catching her chin. He kissed her slowly and deeply like it wasn’t just a ceremony, like he was claiming her in front of the entire world. Kyla didn’t resist either. She curled her hand behind his neck as the cameras flashed and the crowd rose to their feet.

"Yes, I do, I do, I do." At last, they are married. A long sigh of relief skips from his mouth. It feels like the mountain of hidden pain gets uprooted immediately by her. He is so relieved now. "You are officially married now. You can kiss each other." Approaching his beautiful wife and holding her chin softly, he puts his lips on her soft, delicate lips to complete their marriage. Everything seems so real. She is officially married to him. When he kisses her, she responds instantly while kissing him back. All the children cheer for them. Tears start to roll from her eyes. Jacob gets goosebumps when she responds to his kiss so instantly that he can't believe she did it. The situation gets o