Wedding Ron And Hermione Kiss นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ron was watching with keen interest, never having seen two girls kiss before. The sight was most erotic, and to his surprise, he could feel another noticeable jolt to his groin, and his cock throb beneath the tight sleeve. Hilda tugged Shannon's head over closer to Ron as she broke their kiss, and guided her to the lemon wedge still held tightly between his teeth. Shannon, her body tingling from the vibrating egg as well as the sensual kiss from Hilda, tried to maximize her body contact as she licked and sucked the lemon juice from Ron's mouth and chin, but Hilda held her firm and too quickly pulled her back to sit back against her bound hands on the couch next to Ron.

The veil offers a tantalizing glimpse of her face, its delicate silk fabric adorned with intricate baroque embroidery that matches the regal blue of her dress. My gaze lingers on her creamy shoulders, and anticipation builds within me for tonight. We exchange vows and rings, and when the officiant says, "You may kiss the bride," I move swiftly, having anticipated this moment all day. With one sweeping motion, I unveil Hermione's face and capture her lips in mine. Our kiss is intense, a silent communication of our desires and the fiery passion that awaits us tonight. Applause erupts behind us as we kiss deeply, our lips moving in perfect sync.

All she could do was nod furiously and in a split second, Ron slipped the ring on her finger. She stared at her fingers in disbelief and then at Ron. Suddenly, she grabbed his face and brought it closer to hers, locking their lips together in a kiss. A deep and passionate kiss.

“Then by the power vested in me by the city of New York and the full blessing of this congregation—” “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” “About time,” Ronan murmured. “You may kiss your bride.” He didn’t wait for the cue twice. His hands cradled my face, warm and confident, and then his lips found mine in the softest, slowest kiss. Nothing rushed. Just right. There was cheering behind us. Petra’s shout, Mrs. Jocelyn clapping like she’d won an award. But all I could focus on was the way his thumb brushed my cheek and the taste of certainty in his kiss.

She raised the camera in her hands and did a peace sign before nudging him with her shoulder. "Smile." Rhys complied, and the picture was taken. She looked at it and smiled. "I'll start taking pictures from now on. We can take an official wedding photo when we get back." Rhys leaned over to take a look at her camera. He smirked. "Your arms are too short. You missed half of my hair. I'll take another one." He grabbed the camera from her hands before she could resist and held it up high in the air. Just before he clicked the picture, Hermione leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek, catching him off guard. The shutter went off.

His arms gripped her waist, pushed her close to himself and kissed her even deeper. Across the training yard, his brothers, Kieran and Soren watched in amazement. Kieran’s eyebrows jumped in disbelief, and even Soren, who rarely reacted to anything, took half a step forward to see if he was seeing clearly. They didn’t say a word. But it was written across their faces. He’s supposed to push her away because of their hatred for each other but he didn't. Instead, Ronan kissed her like it was the last breath he’d ever take.

You don't need to ask for my opinion. While munching on a piece of toast, I curtly said, "Got it." He wanted me to keep things simple, huh? Well, the wedding wasn't going to have any photos, guests, or an officiant. It wasn't even going to have a bride. Dante looked at me as I calmly ate my breakfast. After giving it some thought, he added, "After the wedding, let's go to Aerona for our honeymoon. I know you've always wanted to go."

“I’m stuffed like a tick.” His eyebrows rose. The high priestess covered a laugh with her napkin while Darius nearly choked on his wine. “What?” I asked. “I am.” Ronan rested his hand over mine. “That may be the least dignified thing a Luna has ever said during her wedding feast.” “You married me anyway.” “I did.” “So now you are stuck with me.” His thumb moved slowly across my knuckles. “That was the idea.” People began shifting in their seats, and I assumed the celebration was about to move to the ballroom. I started to rise, but Ronan tightened his hand around mine and gently guided me back into my chair.

Ronald slid the ring on slowly, sealing the forbidden pact. “I do,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Marry me in the dark, cousin. And fuck me like your slut cousin for the rest of our lives.” The air between them became electric. Ronald pulled her hard, kissing her with animalistic hunger. His hands tore off the cropped top, exposing her large, heavy breasts. He sucked one nipple hard, biting it, while his other hand yanked down her shorts and found her pussy already soaking wet, with no panties. “Fuck… you’re dripping for me, just like that first night,” he growled, shoving two thick fingers inside her at once.