Chapter Twenty-Four: Love Bites

"A-Adrien," she whined, trembling, begging. His ensuing chuckle was infuriating. "Dammit!" He pulled his mouth away from her sensitive skin again, and the pressure began spreading back out in a thin layer of aching tenseness instead of the concentrated knot that formed just before she experienced her ecstasies.

"What's the matter? You sound frustrated, Mari." His voice was perfectly innocent, but his sinful mouth played a dangerous game, inciting fire on the inside of her sweat slicked thigh. Her entire body was coated with sweat from the repeated build of her orgasm, only to have it snatched away…over…and over…it was maddening, and had put almost a physical strain on her form.

"P-please," she hissed, tugging on the curtains, her fingers gripping the material tightly in her palms, lifting her head to stare at him, down the line of her body between her thighs. He'd flipped her over, eventually, and had been torturing her body for…years…it felt like.

She watched through lidded eyes as he got up on his knees, and he pulled her ankle up to his shoulder. His face turned towards her skin, and just the desire in his emerald orbs as he breathed against her skin before kissing her joint made her buck and squirm.

"P-please," she repeated desperately, eyes scraping down to his cock, still so hard, jutting out, ready to impale her if he just…gave in. "PLEASE! I'll.." She licked her dry lips, her mind racing. "I'll let you have my ass, just please fuck me Adrien!"

He stilled, eyes widening. He frowned for several long moments before his mouth trailed sloppy hot kisses down her calf and she keened, trying to use her heel on the back of his head to pull him all the way to her core. She didn't have the strength left in her weak limbs, or the leverage, and he stopped when he got to her mid-thigh, licking in slow, long motions.

"I won't take your ass when it's offered in duress ma chérie, as tempting as it is."

She whimpered, and opened her mouth, but he started to crawl up her body, between her thighs, and she locked her legs strongly around him, latching her ankles together. His cock slid against her core for the first time all night and she almost came immediately, her spine curving and she cried out, trembling.

Adrien moaned against her ear before another chuckle echoed in the room. "C-Can I at l-least get your hands undone, or would l-leaving them tied b-be a better idea to save my back," he teased.

"Fuck it," she screamed, spreading her thighs enough to give him room, wriggling urgently to allow him to seek entrance, but his hands on her hips paused her, and she flattened, gasping. "N-no!"

He was staring at her, sweat beading on his forehead. "M-Mari," he whispered, capturing her lips, and she bruised his mouth with the force of her need, nipping his lower lip hard enough to taste the blood on her tongue, and his answering growl grew feral. She just wanted him to fuck her, she didn't care.

She tore free, panting erratically, eyes wild with her lust and need, feeling her heart pounding against her chest and ribs as she tried to thrust up against the strength of his hands. "God, please just fuck me already Adrien. Hard, fast, uncontrollably, I don't care how you do it, I just want you," she demanded, whimpering, licking his blood from her mouth, and his eyes…shifted.

Something…changed…and she saw less of Adrien in a mere instant. It was almost like Chat emerged…but not. More animal and his fingers scraped down her hips, leaving pink lines in their wake as he thrust his shaft along her slit, rubbing against her sensitive clit, and she cried out.

"FUCK YES!"

His hands gripped her hard enough to hurt, and he flipped her over to her hands and knees. There was enough slack in the curtain ropes to allow the transition, but her arms crossed in the process and she tried to adjust, but his fingers threaded in her hair, twisting tightly as another growl filled the room…raw…primal…and it made her whole body light up.

Adrien shoved inside her core without warning, slamming so hard that she felt his tip hit her cervix, sending sharp spikes of pain through her lower stomach, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that was coupled with the immediate feeling of him filling her aching pussy. Almost simultaneously, his weight was on her body, and his teeth found a home…in the back of her neck.

She screamed her happiness, eyes rolling even as his free hand squeezed the bite mark on her ass cheek hard enough to spark fresh agony, pulling out of her and slamming into her confines again, hard…fast, and her orgasm hit on the second impalement.

She thought he'd stop when her waves collided with her body, but he didn't. He kept going, hard…fast…over and over, prolonging the sensation…with reckless abandonment. He was…almost out of control as her body writhed, and the sounds continued to leave her lips in a series of shrieks and cries, nails clawing desperately at the sheets, his teeth pressing harder into her flesh.

The sheer force of his pounding sent shockwaves through her backside where their bodies met, and the only thing keeping her in place was his hand on her ass, and his fingers roping her hair, riding her from behind. Another peak slid under her feet, and she fell over, swallowed up as she felt him explode inside her, but…he still didn't stop, and she saw the white spots dancing behind her eyes as her throat went raw from the misuse of her ecstasy.

"A-Adrien," she rasped, as the pleasure slowly began morphing to pure pain from his strength and speed. "S-stop," she whispered, barely able to get the word out through her sore throat, squeezing her eyes shut. It wasn't pure pain, not yet, but she felt the pleasurable edge dying down. Perhaps, she hadn't been ready for the overt aggression….or at least, not so much of it, in any event. Especially, since Adrien had more than most people.

He didn't stop for a moment or two, and she almost panicked, but it was like it clicked after a second, and he yanked backwards as if he was burned, and she heard him fall off the bed with a loud thud, and she collapsed off her knees, flattening on her belly, panting. Parts of her were very sore, but she still felt incredibly good…other than her butt hurting a little from the impact and her throat being a tad raw. Oh, and the back of her neck stung and throbbed. She smiled weakly against the sweat soaked sheets.

"A-Are…you okay," she rasped, unsure if he could hear her muffled strained voice.

She heard him moving, and his hands were on her wrists, undoing the ties, and he was rolling her limp body over, staring down at her with an intense frown, the moonlight beautiful on his face.

"P-pretty," she whispered, trying to lift her hand to touch his pretty face, but she felt like jelly, and she missed, swiping his jaw, her arm falling across her chest as she giggled softly.

"Shit, are you okay Mari?"

"Mm," she cooed, letting her exhausted eyes closed. She tried clearing her throat and winced.

"Marinette, seriously, are you okay? Are you dizzy? Did I hurt you? Do we need to…" He sounded so unsure, and she frowned a little.

"Silly," she yawned through her rasping voice. "Feel incredible, just exhausted." She was having a hard time keeping her mind awake now that she was spent. After all his torture working her up…then his pounding…she was…done…

"Geez, are you sure, Mari?"

"Mm," she murmured. "Kitty wore me out. Time for rest." She was out.

***POV Change***

All he could feel was her. All he could taste was her. His animal lavished the taste and feel of his mate under him, writhing, screaming in pleasure as he mounted her, pounding away. She begged for him, wanted him…had bit him and licked the blood from her beautiful mouth and pleaded for him to fuck her. His beast possessed him. Adrien felt himself being tugged under by his more primal urges. His aggression, his possessive nature…his want and need to fuck and dominate his mate.

He almost didn't hear her though. A-Adrien," she rasped. The word was there, echoing in his mind. It was his name of course, but it just…didn't sound right. The animal growled. There was no need for names. No need for thinking. Only fucking.

He was lost in the throes of their combined pleasure, and he wanted to keep going…never quit…until he collapsed. "S-stop." This time the word was faint, and he frowned. It rolled along his mind. Again, it sounded odd, like it was taking a few moments to filter properly, and his eyes widened when it reached the higher functioning portion of his brain.

He threw himself backwards so hard, he went right off the foot of the bed, grunting as he hit the floor. He could almost think again, like, for a few minutes, that section of him had shut down completely, and his mouth tasted like sweet copper fluid. Her blood. He had her blood in his mouth, and his eyes widened in surprise. Fuck. He'd hurt her! He swore he'd never hurt her!

"A-Are…you okay," she whispered so hoarsely he almost couldn't hear her even with his enhanced hearing.

He scrambled to his feet, undoing her ties. He stared down at her face, his brows pulling together as he rolled her over.

"P-pretty," she breathed, and her hand ghosted along his jaw before smacking across her torso, and she giggled, almost delirious.

His frown hardened. "Shit, are you okay Mari?"

"Mm," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. She cleared her throat, and the blonde saw the wince in the dark. Her throat was raw.

"Marinette, seriously, are you okay? Are you dizzy? Did I hurt you? Do we need to…" He wasn't sure what he wanted to say. Do we need to see a doctor? That seemed a little excessive.

"Silly," she yawned. "Feel incredible, just exhausted." Her voice sounded weak and it started to trail off.

"Geez, are you sure, Mari?"

"Mm," she murmured. "Kitty wore me out. Time for rest."

Her breathing deepened, and he listened closely. She was asleep. He twitched, swallowing, eyeing her over slowly. She didn't…look hurt. He gathered her up gently, to a sitting position, but she didn't stir. She was out.

Adrien looked at the back of her neck, and there was a perfect imprint of his teeth, smeared with bright crimson, and it was still seeping. Shit.

"T-Tikki?"

He wasn't sure why he was calling the crimson being.

"Adrien," she cooed gently, kindly avoiding the conversation of his nudity. Plagg would have said something.

"I d-don't…I mean…can you tell if she's okay? I didn't mean to…"

TIkki frowned at him before looking at her owner then back at him. She smiled softly. "Oh, of course," she tinkered softly, floating over to nestle against Mari's chest for several prolonged moments, closing her eyes.

Adrien held his breath. He didn't want to do a thing to disturb her.

Tikki rose after a moment or two, giggling. "She's perfectly fine, Adrien," she replied. "She just seems very exhausted. She needs to rest."

He let out his breath. "Thanks, scared me for a minute."

"You mean you scared yourself for a minute?" He flinched, and she covered her mouth. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cross the line."

"No, you're right, I scared myself for a minute. I thought I'd hurt her because…I lost control."

"You stopped when she told you to, no matter how out of control you felt," Tikki pointed out.

"Yeah, but it took a second…wait, how did you know?"

She flushed brightly, staring at the far wall. "Not that big of a room," she muttered. "The important thing is you still stopped."

"I bit her so hard she's bleeding," he gestured.

Tikki inspected and nodded. "Yeah, that'll happen. I'd bandage it, but that's normal."

He frowned. "Normal?"

She giggled and nuzzled his neck before she started to float away. "You wouldn't believe the scars I'd have in the same spot if I didn't heal the way I do," she teased a bit before disappearing back under the bed.

Huh? He sighed, unsure what she meant at the moment, but he heard more giggling from under the bed and decided he didn't want to know. He stared at the sheets, and they were…a biohazard, still wet from sweat, and he figured they were probably not suitable to be slept in.

Adrien set her down for a moment, fumbled around for her room key. He slid on a pair of his sweats, and grabbed the blanket from the floor and wrapped her gently in it, picking her up. "I'm taking her to her room, and we're going to sleep there. Do you two want to come?"

"Lock the door on your way out," Plagg snorted.

Fine. "Just don't assume if someone comes in that it's us. There is a cleaning crew," he warned. "Keep yourselves out of trouble, Tikki?"

"I'll keep an eye on him, take care of Marinette."

He smiled and cuddled the woman closer to his chest, making sure the blanket was wrapped firmly around her nude body before he pushed out into the hallway. It was very early in the morning, but he wasn't taking the chance that he wouldn't run into someone carrying her to her room. Sure enough, he was barely out the door, and Gustave was there, almost colliding with him.

"A-Adrien," he rasped, surprised. "S-sorry, I was going to knock..but then…I w-wasn't sure because you were quiet and.."

He frowned, shifting Mari a little closer to himself, and Gustave stared at the woman in his arms, making Adrien want to growl in reflex. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just leaving."

"Not what I asked."

"W-well, hardly seems any p-point now…is…is she okay?"

Adrien stared down at his mate, and she looked peaceful, her breathing still deep and even. "Yeah, she's just exhausted," he replied, even though he could still taste her blood, and smell it.

"Y-yes well…that's…to be expected."

His eyes narrowed when he looked at the man. "What do you mean?"

Gustave sighed, rubbing his hands in his hair anxiously. "Okay, I came over just to let you know…that I can hear you guys at my end of the mansion…especially…her, so you…I don't know if you care, so I just wanted to let you know…in case you wanted to keep it down in the future. It doesn't bother me so much, but…some of the others may mind, and your father, although isn't here tonight, might be staying the week I heard."

Adrien closed his eyes, nodding slowly. Okay, that was fair. He hadn't even stopped to think of anyone else. "I appreciate it Gustave, I wasn't thinking about the noise."

The man blushed. "Clearly."

Adrien frowned, but he couldn't stop the smile that followed. "Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Picturing me naked Gustave, I can see it on your face," he teased lightly.

"Well, you're already half naked now. It'd be easy to just take the pants off," he suggested and Adrien scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"You're about three hours too late, I'm spent. Mari made sure of that," he countered easily, turning around. "Thanks for the heads up Gustave, I really do appreciate it."

"Th…Three hours?" His voice was in awe.

Adrien tipped his head back and laughed. "C'mon Gustave, honestly, I like our banter, but I'm really not interested in men, I swear."

"Adrien…three hours?"

He laughed again. "G'night!" he pushed against Mari's door, which of course, was the one next to his, after he unlocked it. Time to bandage her up, and get some rest. He had a feeling the 'special' photo shoot was going to take whatever strength he could muster.

AUTHOR NOTES REVIEWS:

Emjrabbitwolf, yes, Adrien can certainly appreciate more than one woman. Human is human, and animal…is animal. You can love someone all you want, but physicality is…well yeah. Yeah, I think it would be odd for her to be jealous of Chloe, honestly, at this point, especially since she knows their history and she wants to help her…and yeah, he has been looking ;) maybe they can explore things together! Lila is a freak in her own right, so she has no business speaking of such things *rolls her eyes*

Guest, yeah, sorry about that again. Yeah, we'll cover more Chloe, I promise! I'll keep doing it up, I promise! Thank you!

NazaKaos, Thank you, and I have lots of ideas for Chloe, and they're all getting worked through in my head…this is going to be a super long story..because there is SO SO SO SO much smut…a lot of chapters ahead…and more plot stuff…so it's gonna be long..lol