Bridgerton Book Steamy Excerpt Novelas e Histórias

Electric. Elena took a slow sip of wine, her pulse quickening. She could feel her nipples hardening into tight peaks against the silk, her pussy already growing slick and swollen with forbidden need. Deliberately, she turned her body slightly toward him, letting the robe part just a fraction more, exposing the smooth, tanned skin of her inner thigh. He didn’t speak at first. He simply watched, his gaze burning across the narrow gap between their balconies. Then he set his glass down with deliberate calm.

she said quietly. “I will learn what I must,” I answered. Then, because the world still turned while men argued over thrones, I leaned down and kissed Damien, a fierce, precise thing that wasn’t about wanting so much as an oath. It tasted like rain and iron and the small mercy of human warmth. He kissed me back, clumsy and devastating, like a man who’d never been allowed to do something purely for himself. It was not erotic in a way a reader might expect on a bed; it was intimate and alive, a contract in muscle and breath.

My body tensed before I even looked up. Damien. He leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips as if he’d known exactly where to find me. I swallowed hard. “What do you want?” “You.” He said it so simply, so arrogantly, as if the word wasn’t heavy, as if it wasn’t shackles. My heart skipped, and I hated how much it responded. “You can’t just—” “Can’t what?” He stepped closer, shadows stretching with him. “Claim you? Touch what’s already mine? Or maybe… keep him from touching you?”

“What do you mean by that Damian?, don't you….” His lips came today with mine, kissing me fiercely like his life depended on it. Nibbling on my lower lips, his hands all over my body. He trailed between my nipples, cursing under his breath. His hands were about to go over to my thighs when I jerked up. My chest heaving fast. “I don't want this Damian please" I arranged my clothes slowly. running I went out of the room, this was a pure devil's temptation. Fuck I heard Damian shout as I flung something to the wall aggressively.

Bookcases lined several walls with all manner of journals, novels, genres and classics too. He led me to a room down the hall, and instructed, "Take a seat and get comfortable, Bridget." He'd afforded me no light, so I pulled my heels off and found the edge of a bed, and then crawled onto the downy mattress. He stood by the bed, lifted me against his frame, and kissed me slowly, sucking in my bottom lip, and entwined his tongue with mine. I melted, clinging to him, inhaling his scent, and letting him intoxicate me. And he held my buttocks to him, ensuring that I would feel every inch of his iron need.

Slowly, and as if asking for permission, Eugene brought his face even more closer to mine, his breath tickled my skin and I shut my eyes close. The next thing I felt was Eugene's warm lips on mine. He kissed me slowly while leading me to the sofa, pulling my shoulder strap. My singlet fell from my shoulders down to my waist, uncovering my firm watermelon b**bs. Eugene broke apart from me, his entire gaze moved to my b**bs. "You're beautiful," He whispered. Then he went low, taking one of them in his mouth and squeezing the other one like a stress ball. "Ahh! Oh my god, Eugene," I moaned when I felt his teeth on my n**ples.

“All of it.” Heat flooded my cheeks as I unclasped my bra, letting it fall. My panties slid down next, damp with proof of how badly I wanted this. Damon was on me in a second, pulling me against his chest, his mouth crashing onto mine. His tongue slid deep, greedy, tasting me like he owned me. His hand squeezed my ass, fingers sliding between my thighs, groaning when he felt how soaked I was. “She’s dripping,” he muttered against my lips. Sterling moved behind me, his presence like a shadow. His hands gripped my hips, grounding me, his voice low in my ear. “On the desk.”

He came over and dropped down on the sofa next to her. As he leaned in a bit as if to get a closer look at the words on the page she was holding open with her hand, Sarah resisted the impulse to scoot away. Even when his arm was brushing against hers now and there was this unexpected tingle in her stomach. “Oh, this is quite steamy,” she said bravely. “Very steamy, actually…” “Really?” Jack frowned and leaned even closer, his eyes on the manuscript. “Or are you kidding?” “No, I’mnotkidding,” Sarah said trying to keep cool.

Meaning I had two hours to spend with Alaric before I had to meet with the Queen. When I got back to my room, I sat down on the couch and took the fifth book in the Bridgerton book series. Eloise’s book which was titled, ‘To Sir Phillip, with Love.’ At the end of book four, Eloise had gone missing. I was curious to find out what happened to her and where she went to.

As he gently pulled her towards him, she felt the warmth of his body against hers, a comforting presence in the midst of their heated encounter. The bathroom, their private haven, was filled with their shared breaths and the soft murmur of their whispers. As Lucas leaned in, his lips meeting Louisa's in a passionate embrace, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just them, lost in their world of shared love and desire. As their bodies moved in rhythm, the steam around them seemed to rise, creating a veil that shielded them from the world outside. Their hearts beat in unison, their bodies entwined in a dance of love and passion that was as steamy as the bathwater that surrounded them.