Adrien And Marinette Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His closeness… It sucked the air from me completely, every damn time. The thoughts disappeared when he leaned close and pressed his lips to my cheek, his eyes on Adrien the whole time. “I'm the only one allowed to hurt her, Adrien. In whatever way I please.” He began a torturous shower of kisses down my neck, his hands slowly moving up and down my arm. What was he doing? My inner thighs wasted no second getting slick with heat. “Do we have an understanding?” Adrien grinned, the sight devilishly charming. “I guess we'll see about that. I mean, if humans were as soft as your wife, then I'd eat them everyday. I'd paint my face with their juices.”

I was the one who made him this way, and it somehow boosted my already full to the brim ego. I loved the tired look in his eyes when he looked at me earlier, the way his eyes teared up as he begged me to stop, but the way his ass kept milking my cock made me feel like a fucking superman. Well, hello Satan, this is Giovanni Marino and I am reporting live from my domain. This boy right here in my arms loves my cock so much, so please don't take me now. "Aren't we there yet? It's freaking cold." Adrian grumbled into my chest and I stared down at him, flashing him a wicked grin.

Marina went to each section looking for what dishes she could make for her new husband, Finally found something. She made a Coffee with pork. After cooking she placed the food on the tray Exiting the kitchen, Marina went over to Adrien's entrance room. “I hope he appreciates my effort”€ she giggled and took a deep breath, Opening the door, With her eyes closed she opened and was shocked not to find anybody there. “Maybe he is inside the bathroom” She placed the food on the table inside the room And gently went towards the door knocking.

Under the haze of alcohol, Adrian pulled Kaelen into the sheets, desire drowning out thought. ..........The next morning.... A searing pain shot across Kaelen’s chest the real ache was the weight of the body lying on his chest. Adrian.. He staggered, gasping as a glowing red mark blazed to life. His mate-mark. Adrain froze, staring in horror as the same mark shimmered on his skin, entertwining both their wrist with a crimson glow. “No… Adrian cracked voice broke his thought. He stumbled back, clutching at his chest. No, no, no. This isn’t happening.”

When I came to the beach, I went out for a swim, so I took it off and now it must be somewhere on the sand. Adrien stared at me, his eyes dark and filled with something I couldn't quite decipher, “Do you really care about a goddamn shirt now?” His voice was low and deep, it made me tremble. I shook my head. “No.” Adrien smiled wider and he took me back to the cottage, holding me while I had my hands wrapped around his neck and from time to time, I would lean down to kiss the hell out of him. I was too hot and bothered to care about the fact that we were still out and anyone could see us.

Years of love and partnership — ended just like that. The mate bond was officially dissolved. I was free. After that, Adrian's pack went into freefall. Everyone knew he'd crossed me and my father. No pack would work with him. After repaying my father's investments, he was drowning in debt. His pack members grew restless, voices of dissent rising louder by the day. Vivian got what she'd always wanted — a mating ceremony with Adrian. But life together was far from the fantasy she'd imagined.

"Don't lie. You wanted to see me again. Wanted to know if that little spark between us was real or just your imagination." Mara's back hit the bookshelf behind her. She hadn't even realized she'd been retreating. "You're pretty sure of yourself." "Am I wrong?" She should leave. Walk away. Go back to her textbook and forget this ever happened. Instead, she lifted her chin, finding a thread of courage buried beneath her shyness. "No. You're not wrong." The air between them seemed to crackle. Adrian took another step closer, close enough that she could smell his cologne, cedar and something darker, more dangerous.

Then a hand shot out from the side and caught the edge first. Claire Bennett. Adrian's childhood friend from Queens.Three months ago,he had brought her into his company as a brand coordinator,then started taking her to dinners,parties,and rooms where outsiders were never supposed to stand. Claire touched the bouquet,let go as if burned,and the flowers bounced into my arms.The hall went quiet,then exploded. "Adrian!What are you waiting for?" "Eight years,man.Get on one knee!" "Marry her!A Moretti princess does not wait forever!"

He’s not involved in any of this. "Interesting," Adrian said, his eyes darkening with a hidden fire. "That is my proposal. I want him. I want a marriage contract. I will clear every cent of your debt, I will give you the money you need to stay afloat, and I will keep the banks away from your door. In exchange, you give me your son. He moves into my house. He takes my name. He belongs to me." "You want Luca?" Dante shouted, standing up. "He’s just a kid! He has nothing to do with the war between us!"