Marinette Kisses Adrien Novels & Stories

I was always shy but he just drives me crazy and make me do things. His hand slid to my lower back as our lips moved together in perfect rhythm. I thought he was going to pull away, but I was shocked he kissed me back, I deepened the kiss, placing my hand at the back of his head. I began sucking his soft lips. “Get a room already,” Mika interrupted. I pulled back, but not fully. I placed light loud kisses “Mwah” on Adrain’s forehead, his cheek and the tip of his nose.

"Because I've wanted you since the second I saw you sitting there, biting your lip while you pretended to study." Then his mouth was on hers, hot and demanding. Mara gasped against his lips, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss until she was clinging to his shoulders just to stay upright. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, and she could feel every hard plane of his body pressed against hers. "Adrian," she breathed when they finally broke apart. "Say it again." His lips moved to her neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin there. "Adrian..." It came out as a moan this time.

he murmured, almost to himself, his eyes darkening with something she couldn’t name—anger, desire, possession… or maybe all three. And then, in a move that stole her breath, Adrian crushed his mouth to hers. The kiss wasn’t tender. It wasn’t forgiving. It was savage, demanding, a collision of rage and passion that left her trembling. She tried to push him away, but her body betrayed her, melting into his touch, aching for him despite everything.

The kiss started to get more intense as Draven took over, slipping a hand under my shirt from behind before parting his lips and placing wet, hot kisses down my neck, causing me to moan in pleasure. “I can’t do this,” I breathed, pulling away, his breath coming out in a short gasp as our lips parted. “I shouldn’t be kissing you, no.” I turned away before he could even open his mouth to speak and quickly got out of the pool, ignoring Draven as he called my name. “Adriana, wait.” He grabbed my wrist, turning me around.

Now, I finally found out — Summer had been attacked that night as well, and Victor’s orders had been: “Save Summer first.” My tears soaked into the paper, smudging his handwriting. “Alright,” I said softly but firmly into the silence. “If my marriage had been a lie all along, I’ll disappear from your life. Forever.” ... Once I made all the arrangements for my departure, I ended the call and put the folder where I had found it. Just then, I caught a familiar whiff of cigarette smoke and instinctively looked up. It was him. Victor walked in, his suit still chilly from the night air. He hugged me from behind, his warm chest pressed against my back. His voice was soft, low, and magnetic. “Why ar

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.

“You seem a little sensitive yourself.” Her blush, the tremor she cannot hide, and the challenge in her green eyes strip away Adrian’s restraint. He removes his glasses and sets them on the nearest file. When he turns back, the civilized distance they have maintained all afternoon is gone. He grips the back of her neck and kisses her. His tongue slips past her parted lips almost at once, the kiss deepening until she can barely breathe. Five years of anger and hunger live inside it. Rosalie remembers the daylight and the unlocked office door for perhaps three seconds.

A low, guttural rumble sounded in Adrian’s chest, a sound of pure, dark satisfaction. He captured her mouth in a deep, agonizingly slow kiss. It wasn't gentle, nor was it timid; it was a fierce, possessive re-staking of his claim. He tasted the faint sweetness of her lips, feeling the heat of her mouth opening to him, welcoming the dark storm of his passion. He was painstakingly mindful of her injured shoulder, cradling her head with absolute precision while his other hand held her tightly by the waist, anchoring her flush against his broad chest.

Marisol breathed, unable to pull her eyes away from his. Adrian leaned down, his lips resting just inches from hers, his warm breath fanning across her cheeks. "I can't stand watching another man near you," Adrian admitted, his voice rough and stripped of all pride. "I can't stand it, Mars. And it is driving me completely mad."

Adrian flinched back in shock when I pressed the cold gun against his temple. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against his. Staring down at his adorable lips. "I could fuck you and still kill you, don't think you're special just because I ate your ass." Without giving him enough time to process what to say, I caged his jaw between my thumb and index finger, lifting his head and crashed my lips against his. I kissed him hungrily, claiming those lips that belonged to me. I sucked on his tongue and then lower lip, drawling a heavenly moan from Adrian.