Marinette And Adrien Kiss Novels & Stories

Phoebe would get help and get me out of here. Fuck you brain for this thought. “You’re hesitating. You’re lying. aren’t you?” Nella sneers. “I am not. You’re far away from me and I was waiting for you to come closer. I’ll love to kiss you Nella. If it’s okay with you.” Don’t gag Kayla. Keep it down. She comes closer to me and I hear Phoebe retch. Nella’s eyes turn dark and She’s about to turn towards Phoebe but I kiss her lips.

Without a warning, I pressed my lips on his. He didn't waste a second and reciprocated the kiss, sucking on my lips and biting them wildly. His eagerness and passion told me that he had craved me just as much as I did. We pulled apart to breathe for a couple of seconds. When Adrien tried kissing me again, I moved my face back to tease him. He looked up at me in confusion and I innocently said, "I'm hungry."

"This is Officer Thorne from the San Juan City Police Station. Mr. Martin Dawson, your husband met an accident. His car crashes with another. He was rushed to the hospital but he didn't make it. I am sorry but he's dead." Klarisse heard the voice clearly but there is a buzz in her head and her knees felt like jellies under the sun. The telephone slid from her grip, her hands starts to tremble and she suddenly she needs support. She held on the table end but her strenght seemed to escape from her. Kendra immediately went to her mother's side, wondering what is it about. Klarisse is aghast, her mind fails to process the bad news. "If you could just go to San Juan Medical Center... hello Ma'am?

He asked one last time. " Yes!" Her voice was thick in desire. His heart started beating like a maniac. Adrian couldn't control himself anymore. Without wasting a second he captured her lips in a hungry kiss. Biting and chewing her bottom lips like a madman as if trying to punish her. She kissed him back with the same passion. Adrian was on cloud nine. After what felt like an eternity he let go of her lips sucking one last time.

They lay there for a moment, basking in the warmth of each other's presence. Slowly, Adriel's eyes opened, his gaze burning with intensity. Emma's heart skipped a beat as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of love. As they deepened the kiss, Emma's arms wrapped around Adriel's neck, pulling him closer. A sudden knock came at the door, interrupting their good moment. Adriel's lips reluctantly left Emma's, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly got out of bed. He wrapped himself in a robe, his movements fluid and graceful.

he growled, his voice husky with raw emotion. He didn’t say another word, just lowered his head and kissed me. It wasn’t a gentle, romantic wedding kiss; it was feral, desperate, a claiming. His lips devoured mine, his tongue plunging inward, tasting of champagne and possessive fury. My head swam, my knees felt weak, and I gripped his suit jacket for support as he pressed me back against the cool stone of the fountain. He broke the kiss for a second, just long enough to gasp out, “You did many bad things today, Adrian. Many, many bad things.” His eyes were dark, intense, promising. “So I will punish you tonight on our wedding night.”

He keeps his eyes on mine, and the way he looks at me makes my insides feel tight. "Are you trying to kiss me?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe," he answers. "We’re alone." "Exactly," he whispers before his lips press against mine. At first, the kiss is gentle, as though he’s enjoying it. But soon, his arms pull me closer, and he leans back on the couch, taking me with him. The way Adrian kisses is dangerous to my sanity. It feels like a storm sweeping through my mind and body. I tug at his shirt, pulling it up, and Adrian follows suit, removing his shirt as well. We toss our clothes aside, and I climb into his lap. His hands find the back of my neck, pulling me into an

“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?”

“You don’t love me. You love control.” His thumb brushed her hand, his gaze burning into her. “And yet, when I kiss you, your body betrays you.” Her breath caught. Rage tangled with shame. “That doesn’t mean anything.” Dante stepped closer, pressing her back against the railing, his voice a whisper at her lips. “It means everything.” Then he kissed her. Not ritual. Not warning. This kiss was hungry, desperate—his claim written in fire and silk. His mouth devoured hers, dragging her into a storm she couldn’t escape.

He push my chin up and locked eyes with me. I could barely breathe with how close he was to me. His cocky aroma filled my lungs, and I longed for my pain to have me in his room. He leans in like he will kiss me. He bit me on the lip and flung my face away like my lip was disgusting. “Don't do that to her.” Sloane, who stood invisible to me while all this was going on, yelled at Ares. Ares didn't act like he heard anyone speak. He is never known to give his attention to women who are not of his level because of his arrogance.