HIS DAME

Chapter 36

Greetings sweet people....
How are you?

This chapter is dedicated to shazameena (my honeybunch 🍯)

Please ignore the typo mistakes

Enjoy!!
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Hermione stood there with her eyes closed, surprised when Nedvar leaned his head closer to her. Unconsciously, her eyelids shut.

Hermione's breath was knocked out of her lungs as sudden electric shivers passed through every vein of her body. On the other hand, Nedvar felt tiny firecrackers erupt inside his mouth, making his lips numb for a few seconds.

Hermione opened her eyes slightly to look at his face, his eyes closed in a relaxed way. His calm demeanor made her grip on his biceps loosen. She slowly trailed her hands to his shoulders, and because of her height, she could only keep her hands on the trapezius, the part where the shoulder and neck meet.

She closed her eyes, loving the feeling of his lips against hers; it made her feel good from within.

After a few minutes, Nedvar moved his lips a little, capturing her upper lip between his, making her lips wrap around his lower lip.

The slight wetness of their lips made the air around them tense and hot.

The desire they had been struggling with for the past few days kept them from pulling away.

Nedvar's hand, which had held her face softly, went behind her neck, gripping it tightly. He pulled her face closer to him. Hermione whimpered through their captured lips, which came out as a muffled hum.

Nedvar pulled back slightly, placing his forehead against hers. "My dame... oh my Mia," he deeply moaned, causing her to shiver at his moan.

Hermione, still in a daze, kept her eyes closed, her breathing slightly uneven as she was flushed with the most amazing feeling she was experiencing.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was met with the most intoxicating sight that made her feel hot and turned on.

Nedvar felt the same; her blue orbs, which had dilated, screamed thirst. Hermione squirmed when she saw how intensely Nedvar had his gaze locked on her.

Nedvar observed how completely she surrendered to him, igniting more heat within him.

I want to kiss him again, to devour him again...

Hermione thought while she stood there, staring at his left eye, then his right, and finally at his lips, doing the triangle trick again.

Since she was barefoot, she placed the front part of her foot on his shoe and did the same with her other foot, standing on his shoes.

She circled her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her height. Nedvar observed her with his dark, intense gaze, allowing her to do as she wished.

"Fuck this!!" Hermione hissed and placed her lips on his for another kiss.

Nedvar dove his head deeper in a greedy, forced kiss. His tongue grazed against her lips in desperation to taste her, but in return, she whined, refusing to open her mouth.

Maybe her first kiss...

He smirked, feeling an even stronger thirst to taste her. He took her lower lip between his lips, pulling it slightly. His hand, which was around her waist, moved to her lower back, pressing their lower bodies together. Hermione gasped at his hardness.