Mary Jane And Spider Man Kiss Novels & Stories

The splashing water drowned out her choking and coughing as she pleaded, over and over again. As for the man holding her down, he did not say a word from the start to finish, washing her lips over and over. He only stopped when her lips were bruised and bleeding. “Cough cough…” As soon as Jane was released, she held onto the black marble and coughed violently. She was a right mess right now. An ice-cold voice said above her head, “Tell me, how did Haydn Soros kiss you just now?” “...” Jane raised her head in shock, her mouth half-agape. What kind of a question was that? How was she supposed to reply?

On the surface, Jane was calm but her palms were sticky with sweat. She had never been this close to a man before and now she would have to be the one to lean in, to press her lips to his, someone who was a stranger… Best get it over with quickly. Summoning her will, Jane shut her eyes and planted a kiss on his thin lips before pulling his mask back in place and rising to her feet. Ethan was startled by her brisk, businesslike actions. His gaze narrowed, simmering with unreadable depths. Had this woman really just kissed him so boldly?

Stephanie smiled, “I just needed a drink to make me bolder.” “And flirtier,” Jane added. They both laughed, oblivious to the eye that had been extremely focused on them since they arrived. “Hello, ladies.” A husky voice said from behind making them jump slightly. “Hi,” Jane replied and extended her hands towards the man's outstretched hands. He took her hands and kissed them lightly, it was not lost on her that his eyes were solely on Stephanie even as he spoke to her. “I am Adam Spencer.” “Jane.” He looked at Stephanie and when she did not reply Jane elbowed her lightly

he suddenly blurted out. Mary’s heart skipped several beats on hearing that. She suddenly turned to look at his face and saw the naughty smirk on his face. He was obviously joking and being silly. “She shoved a handful of popcorn on his face. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “We better concentrate on the movie, that’s why we are here” Mary said pulling her hand away from him. The movie finally finished, with the two people finally confessing their feelings for each other. “There is absolutely no way I would not be in love with a wonderful soul like you” the man said while looking into the woman’s eyes.

He ignores their attempts to reason with him, their words lost in the storm of his anxiety. Jackson, his eyes blazing, rises to his feet, his movements swift and predatory. He snatches the newspaper from Marcus’s trembling hand, his gaze darting over the headline, then the accompanying photograph. His breath hitches in his throat, the air leaving his lungs in a harsh, ragged gasp. The image, though blurry, is unmistakable. It’s Maya, his Maya, with the children. But she's with that man..... that actor, yuri Kissing. The man stands in front of what looks like maya's house, head leaned in as he presses a kiss to her lips.

"Umm... Jane, I think you may want to see this." Jane turned to see what Marcus was showing her and for a moment she could not feel her heart beating. Her head was spinning. "This must be a mistake. My eye must be deceiving me. Why is there a picture of the CEO kissing Suzan? And most importantly why is Suzan not fighting him, why does she look like she is enjoying the kiss?"

Jane trailed his face with her delicate hands as leaned in and tried to kiss him. However, Xander immediately stopped her by grabbing her neck. The veins in his hand became more obvious, showing the intensity he used to stop her from kissing him. “Don't try to kiss me, Jane, I don't kiss a woman who belongs to my father”. He groaned as he felt himself become hard.

I attempted to voice my concerns, my words faltering as Marius cut in, his tone firm yet filled with a subtle plea. “I don’t think MJ will mind if I borrow his mommy for a night,” Marius asserted, his voice carrying a hint of mischief and anticipation, as if daring me to challenge his proposal. Struggling to articulate my thoughts, I parted my lips to speak, but Marius’s lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss. It was as if he sought to silence my doubts and worries with the intensity of his embrace, weaving a silent narrative of desire and understanding between us that transcended mere words. Our kiss was a testament to the unspoken agreement and connection that bound us together, leavin

Her normally neat bun was a mess of gray streaks and her shirt was wrinkled. “What the hell did you do?” she growled at him. “I didn’t do anything,” he told her, trying to keep his calm. “You didn’t do anything?” Jane asked calmly, nodding her head as she spoke. “Then how the hell did they get that picture?” “She kissed me. I was just standing there and she kissed me. I pushed her away.” “Right. Because the image I saw certainly looks like a man pushing away the woman with her tongue down his throat,” Jane agreed sarcastically.

🖱️Jayden🖱️ I could feel someone kissing me and the first thing my half asleep brain registered was that this was definitely not Jane. Jane does not kiss like this. Jane kisses like a quick tap on the cheek before yelling at me to wake up and do something productive with my life. This was slow. Soft. Annoyingly tender. The kind of kiss that lingers like the person doing it has nowhere else to be. Which immediately raised a bigger problem in my head.