Adrien Kisses Marinette Novels & Stories

The things you do for love, I thought as I opened the door a fraction and listened to the conversation on the other side. “You can’t leave me hanging with half the story; tell me at least if he kissed you?” Mari was using that whiny tone that made Seline give her anything she wanted. “Sheesh Mari, alright. Yes, he kissed me. It was more than a kiss though, it was like fourth of July firewoks..” Seline sounded like she might be smiling. I clenched my hand as Mari let out a shout and Seline tried to shut her up. I was furious; the fucking bastard had kissed her?! I couldn’t even touch her and he had kissed her.

Without waiting for a reply he waved the menu at the waiter and pointed at what he wanted. "I'm alright." "You can go, " he signaled to the waiter. "Ashley, you don't have to feel uncomfortable around me. I only did what I thought would keep you out of your sorrows." "What happened between you two?" Aviana asked with her eyes fixed on me. "We kissed. It was a long romantic kiss. We could have done more but once again your call distracted us." "If you had told me you two were having fun, I won't have called. Ashley, I don't want to puke on your little fantasy world but I hope you know what's more important now isn't having sex with rich men but proving to the world that you are innocent."

Adeline ordered firmly. But Zarek ignored her plea, advancing with unsteady steps. His whiskey-soaked breath enveloped her. Adeline recoiled, repulsed. Zarek's touch made her skin crawl. He grasped her wrists, pinning her to the bed. Adeline's heart pounded. "Zarek, stop! This is madness!" she protested. Zarek's face contorted, a twisted mix of longing and aggression. His lips crushed hers in a sloppy, forceful kiss.

Rocky whispers, smiling still. “No,” I firmly decline, I don't want anything to do with this man, that one night of outlandish was enough. Mr crazy comes forward and introduces himself, seemingly normal when he speaks. “Hi, I'm Adrian. Adrian Moretti.” I don't shake his hand, I merely stare at it and then lift my gaze to his. His stare is expressionless, he has this blank look in his eyes like most rich people I've met. “We've met,” I feign a smile. “A very unpleasant encounter if you ask me.”

“Very cute.” “I want to throw my brother through a window.” “See? Romance.” “You have a broken definition.” “You married me.” “Exactly.” But he didn’t stop the plan. Didn’t change it. Didn’t take it away from me. And somehow that small thing felt almost as intimate as last night in the library. We had everything arranged before sunrise. Adrian answered my call at nine. He came to the mansion that afternoon. Again. And once again, I almost hated how normal he was.

I gulped down the fruity beverage with one sip and almost choked at the end. Mr Arrogant patted my backside until I felt good enough and then he came to my view, still smiling like he won a war. He came close and whispered in my ear "You know, you look absolutely hot when you are angry and well I am "Ethan Maxwell" not "Mr Arrogant." Saying this with an amusing expression, he kissed my cheek like no one was watching and dropped my hand from his gentle grasp. Ethan walked to the spot where Elle, Mrs Maxwell, Victoria were chatting.

badly. I turned and leaned up to kiss him. It was as if we were instantly transported back in time, back to our little house on the beach. Our time apart melted away as though it had never been. His hands went to the sides of my face, embracing me as he kissed me. It was the tender kiss of two people in love. Soon, however, the kiss turned from tender to passionate, as our tongues began to move against each other. I stood and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and his hands went to my sides.

It made me feel all tingly and special. "You look spectacular," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss my cheek gently, careful not to mess up my makeup. "Not that you don't usually look amazing, but...wow." I laughed, glad to see him a little flustered. "Thank you." "Well, ladies, thank you for keeping my date company today. I think it's time I stole her away, though," he said, managing to regain his composure as he turned toward Allie and Marissa. "Thank you for the invite! We had a great time," Allie answered quickly. She grinned up at him.

Unlike the first kiss, this one was a bit in an haste, as if both of them have longed longed for each other. Francis placed his lips on her cheek, trailing kisses from her cheek to her neck to her shoulder. The little moan that came out from Ella lips roused me more, he wished she was in his room where he'd had taken off her clothes but he knew it wasn't needed and he had to take everything slowly. With Ella, her kisses set him ablaze as fast as possible. He stopped trailing kisses on her and he placed his forehead on hers, both of his hands cupping her face.

“Who even are you? Why would I marry an old bat like you? Look at me—I’m handsome and full of life. Every girl in the neighborhood wants me. Why would I settle for you?” Claire gasped and yanked her arm back. “That’s it, Raymond! If you don’t get moving, I will shove those horns into that thick skull of yours!” As they bickered their way inside, I slipped into the side garden—quietly, like a little fox. Adrian was already waiting by the door. He opened it, and before I could even step fully inside, he pulled me in and kissed me. Long, deep, slow. When my back hit the door, I had to push against his chest—just a little.