Adrienette Kisses Novels & Stories

“Only now you’re you and me. Together. There’s no going back. But that doesn’t take anything away from who you are. It only adds.” He carefully turned Ethan to face him. Faces inches apart. Noses almost touching. Adrian brought a hand to his face, thumb tracing the path of the tear still falling. “Close your eyes,” he ordered softly. Ethan obeyed. Adrian leaned in and kissed his forehead. A long, lingering kiss, as if sealing a promise. Then another, a little lower, on the bridge of his nose. Then on his closed eyelids. Light, chaste kisses, full of something that went far beyond sexual desire—something that felt like wild tenderness, affectionate possession, absolute protection.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she teasingly parted the two sides of the robe, unveiling her bare body before him. Her voice dripping with seduction, she whispered, "Let's make love," as her eyes slowly closed. Her hand delicately traced a path from his neck to his hair, her touch igniting a spark between them. Bringing his lips back to hers, they engaged in another passionate kiss. "Martin, you give the best kisses," she breathed, her voice filled with adoration. "Only for you, darling," he whispered, his words laced with genuine affection. They continued to exchange sweet kisses, cherishing each moment and savoring the connection they shared. However, as their kiss intensified, Adri

Kieran’s POV: Adrien looked at me, his voice softer now. “You okay?” I nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I am better now.” I pulled him down and kissed him. But this wasn’t a sweet kiss. This wasn’t the kind of gentle moment you save for bedrooms and privacy. This kiss was messy. Hot. Open-mouthed and desperate. My hands clawed into his hair and his grip on my waist tightened like he never wanted to let go again. He bit my lower lip and I moaned softly into his mouth, not caring that Celeste was still standing there.

It was Maddie. My eyes were glued to that small window. Maddie was kissing some surfer dude. She was sitting on his lap, and her bare thighs were rubbing against him. He slid his hands under her shirt and in one swift move, her shirt was flying off to the floor. She let out a soft moan and tipped her head back as he started kissing her neck. With one hand, he unhooked her bra, and she let it fall to the ground. The guy moved to bury his face between her breasts, and she arched herself closer to him, still a moaning mess. He started kissing her breasts, and that was when I lost it. I couldn’t watch anymore.

“You drive me insane, Kayla. From the moment you stepped into my life, I knew you were going to be different. I fought it, denied it, but every time you looked at me, every time you challenged me, you made it harder to ignore.” Kayla stared at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “So what now Adrian?" Adrian didn’t answer with words. Instead, he reached for her, his hand sliding to the back of her neck as he pulled her down towards him. Their lips met in a slow, intoxicating kiss, one that started gentle but quickly turned desperate. Kayla melted against him, her fingers threading through his hair, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. Adrian groaned softly, his other hand

I keep walking, my feet stepping on stones, on branches, and everything there is on the bottom, and soon, I’m right behind him. I wrap my hands around his torso and lean my forehead on his back. It’s quiet, the only sound is the wind touching the water and our breathing. “You're a fucking liar, McDavid. “I whisper, “It's damn cold. “ “Yeah?” He says and still doesn't move. I stand on my toes, my feet digging in the mud on the bottom. “Yes,” I say quietly and kiss his neck. And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face.

Getting into the act too, I brought my hands up and hook it around his neck. "It's show time." Tyler whispered, before bringing his lips down to mine. The kiss started out slow and light for a few seconds, before he thrust his tongue inside my mouth and deepen the kiss. Kissing Tyler reminded me of when I kissed him the first time. One, he tasted of mint and cigar and two, he was a really, damn good kisser! The first time I kissed him, I wasn't paying much attention to all that, but now for some unknown reason, I was. As we kiss, I have to steel myself to prevent from letting out a satisfied sigh. I would never give Tyler that satisfaction.

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

The kiss was hungry. Needy. I need to keep up. But I can feel sparks. Electrifying sparks. Fireworks and stars. Oh God. This is not a dream. This is really happening. Don Adrian Morelli is really kissing me. I reached to hold his neck, praying internally not to be stopped. I wasn't. Yes! I held him and began kissing him back. He nibbled my bottom lips, making me let out a moan. He gained entrance into my lips, deepening the kiss.

Adrian said, his voice deep and raspy. Serena then worked up the courage to initiate the kiss, leaning in and placing her lips against his. The kissing began normally, but when Serena mimicked Adrian's actions and bit his lower lips, a growl left Adrian's lips as he took over, his lips tightened around her as Adrian deepened the kiss.