Marinette Kisses Adrien Novels & Stories

The doors opened at 8:47. "Something smells good." His voice arrived before he did — low, unhurried, the voice of a man who assumed he'd be listened to and was never wrong. Dominic Moretti filled doorways the way most men filled chairs. Broad. Still. The particular stillness of someone who had never needed to raise his voice to make a room go quiet. He had a fresh cut on his jaw. Lena looked at it for one second. Then looked back at the tomatoes. "You're bleeding," she said

He stroked my tongue with his as he tasted himself off my mouth. His arms wrapped around my back and a palm rode up to my head before he stroked my hair, in a slow and sensual motion, as if he was making up for how he pulled at it just moments ago. Adrien is a passionate kisser. He goes deep and furious and sometimes deep and slow, like now, nibbling and stroking, touching and exploring, as if he wants to take his time getting to know every nook of my body and mouth. It makes me jealous of all the women he has kissed before. They must have felt as good as me and I can't take the image of him giving pleasure to them off my mind.

Adrien, meanwhile, brings his mouth close to hers, waiting for her to make a choice. Louise opens her eyes. Her gaze is feverish. Then she gives in. With a simple movement, she clings to Adrien and kisses him with an uncontrollable hunger. Adrien Her kiss is brutal, almost desperate. Our tongues mingle with burning urgency, and her nails cling to my t-shirt, as if she's afraid I'll disappear. Noah is there too, his breath ragged. His hands slide over her hips, her stomach, brush against the too-thin fabric still separating us.

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.”

In that fleeting moment, he captured her mouth with his own, igniting a spark that set their souls ablaze. The hunger with which he kissed her mirrored the longing that had been building between them, and their connection intensified with every stolen breath. Their lips moved in perfect synchronization, a dance of passion and tenderness. Adrien's arms enveloped Lisa, pulling her closer as if he couldn't bear to let her slip away. Their bodies pressed against each other, a fusion of warmth and desire that sent waves of electricity through their veins.

The sight must have been filthy and beautiful at the same time because Adrian stared down at me with dark, burning eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He gently lifted my face with both hands, tilting my chin upward so he could look at me properly. His thumb brushed across my lower lip, smearing his own cum across my swollen mouth. Without a word, he leaned down closer, his face inches from mine. His breath was hot and ragged against my skin. Then he kissed me , deep, possessive, and hungry. His tongue pushed into my open mouth, tasting himself on me, licking into the mess he had made. The kiss was sloppy, wet, and intensely erotic as he shared his cum between us, groani

Maria released a small, surprised moan into his mouth, then gave in completely to him, answering every movement he made. It wasn’t their first kiss, but it was the first time she hadn’t held back, the first time Adrian was right there watching, one hand still palming her breast while the other gripped her hip, guiding the slow rock of her body against his thigh. When they finally parted for air, Maria’s lips were swollen, her pupils blown wide. Adrian’s voice came against her ear. “You’ve been so gentle with Peter all this time.” His fingers pinched her nipple, drawing another gasp. “Think he can handle you not being gentle anymore?”

But the way Adrien’s eyes held his now felt like a confession. Ryan swallowed. “…Yeah. I do. Adrien stopped walking his expression shifting into something Ryan couldn’t quite read part awe, part relief. Then Adrien cupped Ryan’s face in both hands, leaning in to kiss him right there with the ocean as their witness. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t meant to prove anything. It was warm and slow and sure, the kind of kiss that left Ryan’s knees a little unsteady. When Adrien finally pulled back, his thumb brushed along Ryan’s jaw. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.

He assured her, but her cheeks were still flushing in embarrassment. “I shouldn’t have done that.” “I loved it.” He retorted, leaning in, his lips almost touching hers, but he hesitated, waving himself off her. “I just don’t want to rush things with you. I respect you, Maribel.” Then slowly, he picked up her hand, planting a soft, long kiss on it. Enough to last her until the next time they would see each other. “Thank you, Adrian.” She was impressed by his gentlemanly charms. She looked down at her hand and smiled. When she grasped the door handle, he stopped her.

When his tongue brushed my lips, he could almost swear I touched the sky for an instant. "Open your mouth," he instructed hoarsely. I didn't know what he meant, but when I opened my lips to ask him, his mouth took hold of mine. There were no games or flirting. Adrien kissed me ravishingly, taking all of me. I groaned when I felt his fangs dig into my lips, to which he growled. "Shit," he muttered under his breath as he tasted the blood that was pouring from my lower lip. "Sorry, bunny, I couldn't measure myself."