Adrien Kissing Novels & Stories

For a second, his gaze dropped to my lips, and the air between us turned thick. ​Across the courtyard, I saw Nina. She was staring through the glass doors, her face twisted in a mix of fury and confusion. ​I looked back at Ryan. He was so close I could smell the faint scent of mint and cold air on him. Then, I did it again. ​I kissed him. ​His lips were softer than I remembered, and more welcoming. It didn't take long before he took charge, pulling me closer. I couldn't see her anymore, but I knew Nina was still staring.

"I want him to notice me, I don't care if he has a girlfriend" "They look so cute together and I adore them so much" "If my boyfriend does not behave like this, imma gonna break up with him" "He is so caring, can't you see how he opened her car door" They continued murmuring inaudible words among themselves and shockingly, Aaron hold Cercelia's waist and kissed her romantically in front of the students and the murmuring becomes louder echoeing. "I love this couples so much" "I am their biggest fans" They clapped their hands immediately Aaron broke the kiss, he kissed her one more time before releasing and she left to her room embarrassed because of the students that stared at the both of the

he called,pointing to Elio. Sadie didn’t look at him. She didn’t want to look at him, recalling the last time she had seen him kissing Chanel, and she sent this photo to show him what he was missing, and now she was proud that the picture affected them in that way. “So you really do want me, huh?” She whispered, leaning over to Adrian, and he looked so drunk with her scent as he leaned over, pressing his lips to hers more than any fucking thing. He whispered as he pushed his tongue into her lips, and her pussy was soaked once again.

“Then why are you here?” “Because when I kissed you, I felt something.” She closed her eyes. “I felt it too.” Another pause. Then— “I hate you for it,” she whispered. “I hate myself more.” And then it happened again. Another kiss. But this time—slower. Angrier. Wetter. Their mouths collided like grief meeting hunger. He gripped her waist like she was an anchor. She kissed him like he was a mistake she wanted to make again. But she stopped first.

Adriana's POV “Adriana, stop! You’re going to...” Before he could finish, I leaned into a harsh kiss and I watched him freeze before responding to the kiss, almost making it feel like he was attempting to fight back for the first few seconds before he finally gave in. Our lips moved in sync and I smiled a little when he positioned my legs in a way that they were now wrapped around his torso. “Another drink?” I broke the kiss forcefully and Vincent let out a gasp, leaning in almost instantly.

The Lizzy he knew was very good at kissing, and they would have a hot kiss. "Kiss me back," asked Asher. Cerise's heart raced. All the blood seemed to run under her feet. She covered her eyes as Asher sucked her lower lip and sucked her tongue. It was disgusting at first, but Cerise tried to move. She took turns sucking Asher's tongue. The man smiled. Even though she was amateur and stiff, Asher felt like he was reunited with Lizzy. Asher pushed Lizzy's body against the wall and squeezed the girl's hair, and it was like he was teaching Lizzy how to kiss.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me tighter to himself, and kissed me hungrily just like I did earlier. His tongue sought mine, and in no time our tongues danced to a soundless music. He grabbed my face, angled it the way he wanted, and kissed me. This time there was nothing sweet about the kiss; my mind went blank as his hand moved slowly down my back and then stopped on my ass. “You’re killing me, baby,” he moaned into my mouth as he kissed me. I grinned against his lips. I like seeing this side of Adriano.

"I have nothing to say to you. We slept together, fine, but that’s where it ends—" He shut me up by kissing me. It wasn't a movie kiss; it was something savage and possessive. He crushed his lips against mine as if to physically stop me from running away. I tried to fight him off, hitting him, even biting him until he bled. He didn't budge. On the contrary, he took advantage of me gasping for air to make me taste the copper of his own wound. Adrien wasn't Damon. Damon was annoying, but he let me breathe. Adrien was a calm predator who left you no exit strategy.

His broad chest blocked the morning light filtering through the half-open curtains. “Nothing is more important than you right now,” he growled low. “Nothing.” He descended slowly. Kissed Ethan’s forehead first — an almost tender gesture, in stark contrast to the fire in his eyes. Then the tip of his nose. Then his lips, in a slow, deep, possessive kiss. Tongues met in lazy strokes, as if they had all the time in the world. Ethan moaned into his mouth, hands rising to clutch at the wide shoulders. Adrian broke the kiss. Moved lower. Kissed the chin. The curve of the neck — exactly where the imaginary mark still throbbed. He sucked slowly there, leaving a fresh purple bruise. Ethan arched his