In His Kiss Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Demi smirks at me as I walk back over. "Your lips are red! You kissed him!" He says excitedly as I sit down. "He made me give him his number too," I say and Demi almost squeals. "What's his name? What was his kissing like? Did you do more? Is he Italian?" Demi fires questions and I have to put my hand over his mouth to stop him. "His name is Vincent Romano. His kissing was amazing. We didn't do more. And he's very Italian, his English is good but a little broken," I say and Demi smiles.

Stepping aside, she watched as he adjusted the suit, ensuring everything was in place. He turned to her then, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. He closed the distance between them, his hands cradling her face as he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both bright and overwhelming. The kiss was deep, passionate, and utterly consuming, leaving her breathless. Her hands instinctively clutched at his suit, holding on for support as he kissed her senseless before finally, reluctantly, pulling away.

I said, breaking away from the kiss. Zayn chuckled, joining our lips once more, “You don’t need to” He whispered, his lips still on mine, “Your mouth doesn’t stink, In fact, it scents like chocolates” I laughed out, feeling a little embarrassed, “Oh really?” I said, raising my brows, “What kind of chocolates?” He chuckled loudly, his hands holding my legs down, I tried to wiggle away, but he wouldn’t let me, “Not so fast, Mrs. Beckham” He said, his eyes sparking with amusement.

This is the third man who kissed her by the way. "..and just forget what happened today," she continued without any emotion while looking at his handsome face. She cannot help but compare him to her husband Brix Jose. This man in front of him has an angelic face that any woman can fall for, while Brix's has a domineering aura that no one dared to disobey. They are both handsome men who belong to the showbiz industry and princes in the eyes of many women. They have many fans worldwide, but Brix has most of them.

Not here. “Kitten, where is my morning kiss?” Sabastian whines as he walks over in a towel. I bite my lip as he stands in front of me and kiss him on his plush lips. I feel sparks rush through me at his touch and wonder why the others haven’t come back.

“Let’s find out.” He leaned in, his mouth claiming hers with a fierce urgency that stole her breath. It wasn't a gentle kiss, but a primal, possessive act. His lips were soft, yet demanding, tasting of sandalwood and a faint, intoxicating hint of whiskey. He angled his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue, hot and insistent, plunging into her mouth.

He looked at her lips that had slight tomato sauce at the bottom and he quickly got up from his seat, heading towards her yet looking at her lips. “I have never been so obsessed with anybody else! The man bent a little and before the girl knew he licked off the sauce from her lips savoring its taste with his own lips.” I never knew that ketch up could taste so amazing. He smirked a little and then walked away while Lara planted her hands on her table, feeling a little offended. “Can you at least maintain your distance if you want me to stay here? You have some guts… always kissing me without my permission!!” She screamed at top of her lungs and she heard somebody approach them from the guest

“Britney.” The kiss ignited something deep within me, something that had been lying dormant, waiting for this moment. My body reacted instantly, my lips parting as I kissed him back with equal fervor. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed myself against him, losing myself in the feel of him, the taste of him. Every touch, every movement was a reminder of how much I had missed him—his warmth, his strength, the way he held onto me like I was his lifeline.

A powerful aura of dominance radiated from him, something so foreign yet strangely familiar to my instincts. But what surprised me the most was his scent. A crisp, incredibly masculine scent. It wasn't just cologne; it was like a unique signature aroma that suddenly awakened a primal longing deep within me. "Careful," his deep, rumbling voice sounded right above my head, vibrating through my chest. "I'm sorry," I said hoarsely. I tried to pull away, embarrassed by the accidental kiss, but his grip on my waist actually tightened slightly. "My apologies," he replied, his voice husky. "I didn't see you."

He picked me up, twirling me around as he hugged me and my cries of laughter filled the hallways, tears filling up my eyes and spilling out of it. He set me down on the ground, resting his head on mine as he gazed at me affectionately. And then, in a moment of pure surrender, Duke Ethan leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. It was a gentle and tender kiss, filled with the promise of a love that would withstand any obstacle. In that kiss, I felt the depth of his emotions, the intensity of his desire, and the unspoken vow to protect and cherish me.