Rating: heavy T
11. Collarbone Kiss
Heart going sixty miles a minute, Marinette gasped for air as Chat broke the kiss. Her fingernails scrabbled at the wall behind her, desperate for purchase to help support her weight because god knew her knees were buckling badly enough that she'd collapse without it.
Chat nuzzled her ear, down her neck, tracing wet, hot little patterns over her wild pulse with his tongue. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs, lifting her feet off the ground and pressing her hips into the painfully rough stonework behind her, nudging her stance wider so he could pin her there with his weight.
She cried out, legs winding around his waist automatically, instinctively, raw heat searing her blood and pulsing an animalistic beat straight down to her marrow.
He moved one hand up to cradle her head, claws sharpening to snap her hair free of its binds and then dulled again to tangle in her loose locks without fear.
His hand fisted in her hair and gave a sharp tug, forcing her to bare her throat, and he ducked below it to her collarbone.
She cried out again, louder, when he bit her, rough incisors dragging over the delicate skin there with surprising gentleness — no intent to harm, just to make her feel.
Feel she did, enough to make her hips jerk violently, still trapped between his and the wall. The sticky summer air felt like a cold winter wind where it hit her overheated flesh.
He sucked the spot he'd bitten, alternately scraping it with his teeth and laving his tongue over it in apology, and she was absolutely sure he was going to eat her alive.
After an indeterminable amount of time, he finally let go, pressing a perfectly sweet kiss over the mark she was certain he'd just given her.
He pulled back to take a look at her, at her kiss-blushed lips and her disheveled hair and her blown pupils and her heaving chest and the bright red hickey on her collarbone, and smirked.
"Miss me, Princess?"