Adrien Kissing Novels & Stories

"That's progress. That’s what she did to Adrian’s last girlfriend." Adrian chuckled, then tilted my chin up gently as his eyes locked onto mine. "Ignore her. All that matters tonight is you." Before I could respond, he leaned down and kissed me. Not a soft kiss, or one of those polite, public pecks. It was a slow, consuming kiss that made the entire room blur at the edges. His lips were warm and firm, and his hand stayed firmly on my back as if to remind me I wasn't going anywhere. “For fuck’s sake!” Ariana groaned as she rushed away. “Get a fucking room.”

Adrian's lips crash against mine in a searing kiss, his intensity stealing my breath away. I melt into him, returning the fevered embrace with eager passion as our bodies press flush together. His hands roam over my curves with an urgency that sets my skin ablaze. Our kisses grow more fervent, open-mouthed and hungry. Adrian's tongue dances boldly with mine as he rocks his hips, grinding his hardened length against my core through the thin barrier of our clothing. A desperate whimper escapes me loving how his thick cock felt against my sweet core.

It was only a matter of coordination and care. "You're so beautiful, my moon." Adrien gave me a reverence at the end, as the protocol indicated. "My Alpha," I murmured, just before stamping my lips against his. I took it by surprise, but Adrien did not hesitate to follow me. Wrapping his hands around my waist and approaching me a little more to his warm body, he corresponded to my kiss. His tongue did not take long to ask permission to deepen the kiss, accessing my mouth and assaulting it in front of everyone.

She leaned closer towards him and whispered, "Are you waiting for me to kiss you?" Adrian caught a whiff of Adeline's scent from her proximity. At the mention of a kiss, Adrian hurriedly blinked his eyes open and said nonchalantly, "Of course not! Why would I be? I only kiss supermodels and celebrities, you know? And you're neither. So why would I want you to kiss me?" Adrian was lying. He took a deep breath and wondered why his heart was pounding in his chest just from Adeline's playful teases.

Adriana replied, kissing me again. As our lips met, a familiar spark of desire ignited between us. Adriana's hands moved to my chest, deftly unbuttoning my shirt while I trailed kisses along her jawline to her mate mark. Sucking it, she moaned with excitement. It felt like the air in the room was crackling with an intoxicating blend of anticipation and love.

It had to be a dream. The intensity of the kiss increased in intensity from tender to insistent. Heat and passion erupted from our lips. Logan's hands went again to the skin on my back like he couldn't get enough of it. His every movement made me hotter. I wanted him so badly I could barely think. His mouth was firm and hungry, his tongue caressing mine like he couldn't get enough of my taste.

His eyes are closed and his breath is just as ragged at mine. “What on earth was that?” I ask “The best damn kiss of my life. Worth waiting almost 3 years to kiss you like that” My cheeks flush red at the comment. We have kissed a handful of times over the years. Usually instigated in a moment of weakness by Dimetrius but never anything like that. That kiss was dripping with desire from both sides. It definitely wasn’t one sided, I could feel what that kiss did to him through the hard length pressing against the inside of my thigh through his pants. I figured, why not throw it all at the wind and take a chance.

The way he touched Norio was everything masculine, and made me think of Colt. But that could never happen between us, as there was zero desire from both ends. So when I had to force him off myself, pushing him away and hitting his chest, I was not acting anymore. It was all real. Dean’s kiss was the most disgusting thing I’d ever have to endure. Even the teen boys I had made out with in the past kissed better. The monster! My struggle excited him, and he ended up licking off all the elixir from my lips.

Adrienne stammered, "I... I didn't mean this kind of thing! I mean other things, anything but this. Besides, your injuries have not recovered yet. We'll discuss it once you're healed." Jefferson leaned against the chair and huffed, "I won't change my dressing if you won't kiss me." "You..." Adrienne hesitated for a while. Because she was worried about his injury, Adrienne gave in and leaned over to gently kiss his lips. As soon as their lips touched, she backed away. "Are you happy now?" Jefferson shook his head. "No." "But I did as you said." "I told you to kiss me hard. You barely even touched my lips. How can that count as a kiss?"

The crown prince of the Lycan empire is actually sulking because I didn't greet him properly before looking for a drink. I roll my eyes internally, crawling across the gap between the seats. I slide onto his lap, my thighs framing his hips, and weave my fingers into the thick hair at the base of his neck. I lean in and press my mouth firmly against his. I lick across his bottom lip, and he groans, opening up instantly to claim the invitation. The kiss is chaotic and unpractised on my end, but Adriel doesn't care. His heavy hands grip my waist, pulling my hips flush against his iron thighs as he guides my mouth, deepening the pressure until the heat in my belly flares into a wildfire.