Marinette Kisses Adrien Novels & Stories

He whispered as he pushed his tongue into her lips, and her pussy was soaked once again. The kiss was like a bursting flame sending shivers down her body as she moaned out, “Oh, fuck, Daddy,” she whimpered, but Marcel didn’t let him have all the fun, as he gripped her chin, turning her lips over to him as he leaned in and kissed her too. “I wouldn’t let him have all the fun,” and before she could react, she almost jumped when she felt Adrian’s hand reach between her thighs. She noticed that she wasn’t wearing her panties anymore. She looked over to the driver’s rearview mirror and saw Marcel with a mysterious glint in his eyes.

Adrian whispered, his voice vibrating against her lips just a second before his mouth closed over hers. The kiss wasn't like the hurried, desperate embraces they had shared during the dark days of the Sterling threat. This kiss was deep, slow, and saturated with a profound, mutual victory. Adrian’s lips were firm, commanding yet unbelievably tender as he tasted her, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth until she opened for him with a soft moan. He drank her in, his hands moving up to cup her face, his thumbs wiping away the residual tension from her jawline.

I stopped in front of Adrian's door and hesitated with my hand hovering inches from the handle. I didn't know what I was expecting when I pushed the door open. I didn't know what I was prepared to see. The door opened just enough for me to see inside the room, and the first thing I registered was movement, two figures close together near the side of the bed, a soft lamp casting warm light across the white walls. Adrian's back was partially turned toward the door, his hand cupping the side of Maria's face, his head tilted down as his mouth pressed against hers in a slow and deliberate kiss that looked intimate and practiced and familiar in a way that made my chest tighten sharply.

she asked, her voice trembling slightly. Adrian’s eyes flashed with anger, his grip tightening on her wrist. “Of course, I saw it. Was I not supposed to catch my wife kissing another man?” He spit the words out like poison. Selena opened her mouth to speak, to explain herself, to clear the air between them. But before she could get a single word out, Adrian slammed his lips against hers with such force that she didn’t even have time to react. His kiss was raw, desperate, and completely unrestrained. For a moment, her mind went blank. She struggled against him, pushing at his chest, but he held her tightly, pinning her to the wall behind her with his body. The kiss deepened, urgent and fiery,

Adrienne Marcus kissed like he cooked…slow, confident, and completely in control. His hand stayed buried in my hair while the other gripped my hip, pulling me flush against him. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue teased mine, tasting like chocolate. When he finally pulled back, I was breathless. “Damn, Chef,” I whispered, licking my lips. “If that’s how you kiss, I can’t wait to see what else you’re good at.” He smirked, thumb brushing my swollen bottom lip. “You talk a lot of shit for someone who was supposed to be my client tonight.”

Looked blankly into her memorizing eyes and kissed her warmly. Rissa couldn't resist and kissed him back hungrily ruffling his hair. She felt her body shivering from his touch and arched it closer for more. He disentangled from her and still stared into the depth of her soul. “Is this enough to tell you there is no going back for us?” Adrian said seductively.

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

Adrian kissed like a man who had been starving for years—and had finally found the only meal that could satisfy him. In one swift, commanding motion, Adrian shifted, gripping Matthew’s hips and rolling them beneath him. Matthew’s back hit the cool marble of the tub wall with a muted thud, the contrast of temperature making him gasp again. Adrian loomed above him, drenched, hair dripping, lips swollen from the brutal kiss.

Mariane joked around. “I can’t wait any longer.” David suddenly grabbed Mariane with a kiss, which shocked the girl. Mariane was struggling to push him to release Mariane from his kiss. But David was stubborn. He bit her lower lip, which made Mariane gasp, and had David access to her mouth. Later on, Mariane surrendered as she got drowned by his kisses. David pinned her on the wall. He raised both of her hands as his kisses traveled down to her mounds. Mariane as she started to feel hot by his touch. When he’s done sucking her mounds, David kissed her cheeks and left a kiss bite.

Adrian growled, trying to unbuckle, but Kaelen’s hand gripped his chin, forcing his gaze up. Then Kaelen’s mouth descended, sealing his lips in a deep, slow, commanding kiss. Adrian froze, his body melting against his will. The kiss was firm, intoxicating, silencing every word on his tongue. His fists clenched weakly against Kaelen’s chest, then loosened, betraying him. When Kaelen finally pulled back, Adrian was panting, dazed, lips swollen. “You… you shouldn’t be doing this,” Adrian whispered shakily.