Ladybug turned slightly and the arms around her tightened possessively. A flutter of pleasure rippled through her body for a second before she squashed it. She had woken up in a strange place, being held by some mysterious stranger who...just happen...
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"I want you, Marinette" Chat whispered, and his voice sent shivers down her spine.
"Me too," Marinette murmured. Her skin tingled as he laid a trail of kisses along her collarbone, then back up her neck until he found her lips again. Chat's claws moved down her body, tantalizing, stimulating, awakening. One hand cupped her breast, possessing, teasing with only the thin material of her dress as a barrier.
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"Chat..." Marinette gasped, and wrapped a leg around his waist, pressing herself flush with his muscled body. He was rock hard and quivered as she ground herself against him.
"Marinette..." Chat purred, pulling her all the way up around his waist as Marinette continued to grind. They came together hungrily, in a greedy clash of lips and teeth, a tangled of tongues, Chat pressing Marinette up against the wall behind her as she drove his senses to the brink of madness. He could touch her, and yet not touch her at the same time, his gloves allowing him to feel the shape, the form of Marinette, but not the texture.
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"God, you're driving me crazy," Chat growled. He tried to slake his wild hunger by nibbling from her neck down to the curve of bare breast.
"Don't stop," Marinette moaned, reaching down to untie her dress. The material flowed loosely down her shoulders, resting in the curves of her elbows.
Chat gulped, and felt the rest of his blood drain out of his head. She wasn't wearing a bra. The candlelight flickered and danced, casting shadows on her delicate, creamy skin.
Marinette felt a quiver inside as Chat's hungry eyes travelled down, then up, taking in every curve, every inch of bare skin. This was a man, she realized, then gulped a little as she felt him twitch against her. A real man.
"May I?"
Marinette shivered as Chat trailed a single claw down her shoulder, down to where her sleeve stopped on her right shoulder.
