Marinette Kissing Adrien の小説・ストーリー

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.

Because we are getting married soon saying that adrian takes my face in his hands and without any delay he kissed my nose and then peck on my lips When he peck on my lips I got angry and with my full power I pushed him, Adrian first get shocked then smirk while looking at me he came forward and says You need a punishment saying that he takes my face in his hands and capture my lips with his I first get shocked and didn't understand what to do. End of Athena provk Adrian was kissing her in such a passionate way. On the other hands Athena was losing breath but like Adrian cares

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 really knew how to test my nerves. - Mother. Adonis said in a fawning voice as he hugged Marie. He took one look at us, then his gaze traveled to where Adrian's arm was around my waist. Instinctively, I approached Adrian making him look at me questioningly. I shook my head, giving him a small smile. Marie released her son when she got tired of hugging him. She turned to us afterwards. — Oh! she exclaimed. — How rude I am! Pierre, honey, this is Jennifer, Adrian's girlfriend. Jennifer, this is Pierre, Adrian's older brother.

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.

Adriana replied, kissing me again. As our lips met, a familiar spark of desire ignited between us. Adriana's hands moved to my chest, deftly unbuttoning my shirt while I trailed kisses along her jawline to her mate mark. Sucking it, she moaned with excitement. It felt like the air in the room was crackling with an intoxicating blend of anticipation and love.

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.”

For a second, his gaze dropped to my lips, and the air between us turned thick. ​Across the courtyard, I saw Nina. She was staring through the glass doors, her face twisted in a mix of fury and confusion. ​I looked back at Ryan. He was so close I could smell the faint scent of mint and cold air on him. Then, I did it again. ​I kissed him. ​His lips were softer than I remembered, and more welcoming. It didn't take long before he took charge, pulling me closer. I couldn't see her anymore, but I knew Nina was still staring.

​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.

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”