Marinette Kisses Adrien Novels & Stories

It took all of my sanity to avert my eyes from her and when I finally did, it was Crystal who called for my attention. "I want to kiss you." I looked back at her and she didn't even wait for my response before pressing our lips together. Her hands went straight to my hair as we kissed sloppily. It was anything but sweet. As much as I tried to hold back, I couldn't. It was a matter of seconds as I pushed my tongue inside her mouth and grabbed her bare thigh to let her straddle me. My hands ran all over her leg and she moaned against my mouth while harshly tugging on my hair. I was pushed down, and Crystal's hand traveled down from my torso to the hem of my shirt. There was a growl that came f

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.

As long as the company itself was safe… as long as the soul of it stayed mine. “What do you suggest?” I asked quietly. Adrian’s eyes darkened, something hungry and certain flashing through them. “First… we will get married.” The car slammed to a stop so suddenly I lurched forward. Our lips brushed…accidental, and I felt electricity shoot up inside me. He didn’t hesitate or pull away. One hand cupped the back of my neck and he deepened the kiss like he’d been starving for it. Heat exploded behind my eyes and I bit his lower lip…hard…tasting copper. He pulled back slowly, licking the bead of blood away with a lazy swipe of his tongue, eyes never leaving mine.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

But her body betrayed her again—skin tingling where his breath touched, blood rushing hot and confused. She forced words out, trembling but defiant. “You can threaten me all you want, Dante. But you’ll never break me.” He paused, searching her face with unnerving patience. Then, unexpectedly, his mouth curved into a predator’s smile. “That’s what I like about you.” Before she could move, his hand slid beneath her chin, tilting her face up. His mouth descended, claiming hers in a kiss nothing like the one at dinner. This one was raw, punishing, ruthless. His lips pressed hard, his tongue forcing past her resistance until she gasped. Her fists shoved against his chest, but he was immovable, un

​Lisa gasped into the kiss, her instincts taking over as she instinctively wrapped her legs tightly around his broad torso, clinging to him like a lifeline. He held her petite frame effortlessly against his chest, his mouth working over hers with a thick, consuming hunger that left her completely lightheaded. Her hands tangled deep into his short, dark hair, pulling him closer, loving every single second of the raw, masculine weight dominating her. ​But just as she expected him to throw her down onto the mattress, Adrian abruptly pulled his lips away. His chest heaved against hers, his eyes dark and dilated as he looked at her. ​"Not here," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.

I didn’t know. “I haven’t seen her here today.” I answered honestly. “She’s probably at the cottage or the apothecary.” Natasha reached into her bag and pulled out a cookie, wrapped carefully with a napkin. “One of Marisol’s cinnamon rolls,” she said, almost apologetically. “For later.” “Nice touch.” She nodded, like I’d complimented her on a painting. “So. You mind if I sit?” she said, gesturing to the stool at my table.

I locked eyes with him and I didn't know when we started kissing and dragged ourselves back into the hut. It got so intense and I started pulling off his shirt while he kept resisting. "We can not do this, my Lady!" Sturbridge complained, holding my wrists to keep my hands away from his body. "It's not proper, you have your husband!" he insisted. "But you love me, you are always there for me. You are the only one who has never given me a reason to be sad." I took my hands from him and held his head while forcing a kiss on his lips.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

she responded. "What? So it's true? So she's your first kiss? Gosh, we can not believe Zoren will going yo to get a girl, you've been busy with work and with us only!" Peter teased and Zoren rolled his eyes. "Come on! Don't embarrass me with this beautiful lady," he said and all of us had a good time laughing about how these two ended up kissing. But honestly, Zoren really never gets interested in girls since the days he caught Loreign sleeping with that guy many times, and he even caught them in their intimate and hot moment, the two were naked and having sex in the kitchen, worst they making out in his house and Zoren didn't want to date girls cause that scenes always popping in his head a