Marinette Kisses Adrien Novels & Stories

Every step was agony, but my mind was too full of Rue to care. "Ruined," I muttered, almost to myself. Marco's brows knit. "Ruined?" I barked a low laugh, pain shooting up my side. "She kissed me, Marco." He froze halfway up the stairs behind me. "...She what?” I glanced over my shoulder, smiling. "She kissed me. And then she walked away like it meant nothing." Marco just stared at me, his expression somewhere between disbelief and horror. "Adrian, you're delirious. You've got a fever spiking through the roof. You're not making sense."

“I’m tired. I need to sleep, amd honestly? Your feelings are not my problem.” He stared at me for a long moment, and I watched as the defeat melted away. “No,” he said quietly. “Excuse me?” “I said no.” He moved then, covering the distance between us in three long strides. “I’m done waiting for you to admit what we both know is true. I’m done pretending I can watch you marry him. I’m done…” His mouth crashed against mine, cutting off whatever else he was going to say. The kiss was nothing like the one in the warehouse. This wasn’t tender or questioning. This was hungry, angry, desperate. His hands gripped my face almost too hard, his body pressing mine backward until my legs hit the bed.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Long before the boat was tied down or even fully finished stopping, he was jumping from the side of the boat and onto the dock. I ran to him, throwing my arms around him and holding onto him for dear life. He pulled me into him, kissing my hair. I breathed in the scent of him, mixed with ocean and sweat, but taking every inch of him in with my senses to know he was really here and this wasn't a dream. “Charlotte,” he whispered, pressing his lips against mine and making sure I was real, too. He was firm and real, and clinging to me as strongly as I clung to him.

His voice was a weird mixture of anger and amusement. "In your dreams, assho-..." Adeline couldn't finish her sentence as he covered her mouth with his then shoved his tongue inside. She couldn't help but kiss him back, her hand automatically moving to the back of his head. Why did this bastard have to be such a good kisser? she thought and closed her eyes to lose herself in the kiss. She must be out of her mind to enjoy a kiss like this. But Damien ended it abruptly and grabbed the front of her nightgown. Adeline gasped as he pulled it hard, ripping it to shreds.

Serena pov Adrian leaned in far too close, his scorching breath brushing my ear like a silent tease. In the past, my body would have melted at that alone. But this time, nothing. Worse—I felt a wave of nausea. I reached out to push him back. My palm had barely touched his chest when he tilted his head and claimed my lips. It caught me completely off guard. I couldn't dodge in time, and the kiss landed full and firm. I used to love kissing Adrian—craved it, even. He was so disciplined: no smoking, no drinking. Kissing him felt like sinking into cool mint morning mist, addictive and intoxicating. This time, though, I turned my head before he could take more. He didn't notice my resistance. His

His gaze was still fixed on my lips, his thumb softly wiping across my bottom lip. Claire let out a sharp, horrified gasp behind him. The sound of her heels stomping against the floor broke the silence. “Adrian!” she shrieked, her voice shaking with pure rage. “Are you doing this on purpose just to get back at me?! Kissing this…lowlife?” Adrian gently tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear, ignoring Claire as if she weren’t even there. “Have you had breakfast yet?” he asked me softly, his eyes dropping to my denim shorts for a quick second.

Adrian looked back at him, his strong hands moving up to frame Ethan’s face, his thumbs gently wiping away the hot tears running down Ethan’s pale cheeks. Without another second of delay, Adrian leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against Ethan’s. The kiss was fierce, desperate, and overwhelming. It burned away the memory of the freezing rain, the fake clinic, the offshore invoices, and the dark shadow of Maxwell. It was a complete surrender a declaration of absolute devotion and profound love that needed no complicated words. Ethan kissed him back with everything he had, his fingers tangling into Adrian’s dark hair, pulling him closer, melting into the solid, unyielding warmth of the ma

MERET The door had barely latched behind us before Adrian’s hands were on me, shoving me back against the smooth mahogany paneling as his mouth claimed mine. The kiss was filthy, demanding, and utterly devoid of patience. My brain short-circuited. For a moment, nothing else existed. The hotel, the staff, the risk, the life I'd left behind. I didn't care about any of it. All I could feel was the bruising weight of his body pressed against mine.

Adrian's mind went blank for a moment and he could only focus on her plumy red lips which had been parting and meeting many times, luring him to claim. Claim...! His mind filled with that. Before she could do anything else, he reduced the little distance between their lips and pressed his on hers. She startled and her hands forced to his chest to resist, only to be confined by his huge palm above her head. Helplessly, she closed her eyes giving in, there was nothing that she could do anyway. But the panic remained the same, will he stop with the kiss or will he mark her now?? It started with a light kiss but as their lips collided, Adrian couldn't restrain himself. Thus it wasn't a light fea