Marinette Kissing Adrien Novels & Stories

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

And…panties melted. “So.” I took a breath when I looked up at him because he stepped even closer, only a breath away. “We’re…We’re really going to…?” I turned too breathless to finish the question. He grinned wolfishly. “Oh yeah,” he answered. “We’re definitely going to.” When his lips pressed against mine, a buzz of desire ricocheted through me with startling awareness. Why were his kisses so freaking potent? I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more.

Adeline leaned down and pecked him on the lips, then looked up. "There, happy?" she snarled. "What was that! Am I kissing my very expensive prostitute girlfriend or my grandma? That was terrible." Damien kept a straight face. "I said kiss me like you mean it. I want some tongue action." Dammit, this guy. Adeline wanted to kiss him, but she didn't want him to feel like he had won. It looks like she had no choice but to give in again. "F...fine. Close your eyes," she ordered.

Marisol breathed, unable to pull her eyes away from his. Adrian leaned down, his lips resting just inches from hers, his warm breath fanning across her cheeks. "I can't stand watching another man near you," Adrian admitted, his voice rough and stripped of all pride. "I can't stand it, Mars. And it is driving me completely mad."

His broad chest blocked the morning light filtering through the half-open curtains. “Nothing is more important than you right now,” he growled low. “Nothing.” He descended slowly. Kissed Ethan’s forehead first — an almost tender gesture, in stark contrast to the fire in his eyes. Then the tip of his nose. Then his lips, in a slow, deep, possessive kiss. Tongues met in lazy strokes, as if they had all the time in the world. Ethan moaned into his mouth, hands rising to clutch at the wide shoulders. Adrian broke the kiss. Moved lower. Kissed the chin. The curve of the neck — exactly where the imaginary mark still throbbed. He sucked slowly there, leaving a fresh purple bruise. Ethan arched his

he murmured, almost to himself, his eyes darkening with something she couldn’t name—anger, desire, possession… or maybe all three. And then, in a move that stole her breath, Adrian crushed his mouth to hers. The kiss wasn’t tender. It wasn’t forgiving. It was savage, demanding, a collision of rage and passion that left her trembling. She tried to push him away, but her body betrayed her, melting into his touch, aching for him despite everything.

Adrian kissed her lip and asked, "Will you remarry me, Natalia Hansley?" She lowered her head and replied, "Yes, I will." Her reply drove him insane, as he was going to kiss her again. But she pressed his chest to push him. "What happ–" Adrian could not complete but let out a groan when Natalia tilted her head and kissed his neck. Her canines emerged, piercing his neck and marking him as hers.

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.

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.

she whispered to him, suppressing the moan that tried to escape from her lips. In a nanosecond, Francis carried her with his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, finally claiming her lips. He moaned from the kiss, as he felt so hot from it. Everytime he kissed her, it was as if fire and ice met and both succumbed to the pressure, becoming one. He inserted his tongue into her mouth, tasting her as both tongues fought for dominance. It felt as if it was the first time kissing her and it seems she had gotten better than before.