In His Kiss Bridgerton Novelas e Histórias

He was standing there like a sad puppy and peering in. “Ruby, I’ve been thinking. “I’ve met your parents, and now, you’re in my house. So, how about the next step? If I propose, will you say yes?” He opened the door wider, dropped to one knee, and looked at me. While I was reading the documents, Jason had changed into a white suit. It looked great on him. The clean, bright color made him look even more striking and gave him a more reserved appearance. The ring he was holding shone under the light.

Then he pulled me close and kissed me like we were the final scene of a K-drama soft, slow, and far too intimate for two strangers who hadn’t even exchanged names. What is wrong with me tonight? I asked myself, internally spiraling. Is it the drinks? The heartbreak? Or am I just hopelessly broken at this point? At first, i tensed tried to resist but then i gave in, my mouth parting, granting him full access in a kiss that was far too convincing for a fake. When he finally broke the kiss, he turned to the drunk man, wore a smug smile, and asked coolly, “Do you need something?”

"I've told you many times, close your eyes when we kiss, or my beard will scratch you." There was something so childish, so urgent about him—it was clear how deeply he adored her, almost to the point of obsession. Tessa bit her lip. "I haven't eaten yet." Benedict's gaze darkened. "The chestnuts or me?" The rest of his words vanished into their kiss. In the cramped space, the sound of their kiss filled the air—intimate, breathless, and unrestrained. He was maddeningly good at it, the kind of kisser who made every sound feel indecent.

Something broke open in his expression, relief and joy and disbelief all tangled together, and he leaned forward slowly, giving me every chance to pull back before his lips finally met mine. The kiss was nothing like anything Adrian had ever given me, careful and searching at first, like Damian was memorizing the shape of the moment before deepening it, one hand rising to cup my jaw with a tenderness that undid something tightly wound in my chest that had been holding itself together for months out of sheer necessity. I melted into it, into him, months of fear and grief and cautious hope finally settling into something solid, something real. When we finally broke apart, both of us slightly b

His voice, the way he dressed up in all black, his intimidating aura & that growl, in the end, is so HOT. I got goosebumps when he whispered in my ear. "Ain't I a good kisser?" He murmured with pride dripping over his half strong Italian mixed accent. I didn't want to accept but he was damn true. He indeed is a great kisser. "Good my foot, even a kid can kiss better than you,"

Oh my god, never in my life has a man ever kissed me like that. That night, Luke stars in my dreams. Glowing hazel eyes, kisses, his seductive voice, those strong arms, and that dazzling kissable smile.

Swallowing deeply, I turn around to face my mate, and my heart leaps into my throat. His hair is tied up in a bun in the middle of his head while some loose strands cascade over his shoulders and his beard is shorter but trimmed to perfection. Dressed in what can only be a custom made black tuxedo and smelling even more delicious, his crimson eyes are wide as he looks at me. “Zakhvatyvayushchiy…” he growls as he walks towards me. He takes my hand and draws it towards his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back. “You’re breathtaking.”

When he seized my body and drew me against him for a cuddle, the underpants I was working on kept drooling, and what made me wet myself even more was when my femininity was crushed against his hardness. "More," I murmured in a serious tone. "I want kisses…" The corners of his mouth twisted into a mischievous grin. It was at that moment when Brixton leaned his back against the headrest of the chair he was sitting in. "Tell me, are there other activities outside kissing that you would like to participate in?” Brixton taunted with a smug expression while implying that the other person had been lowkey humping his or her fucking hardness for the past couple of minutes.

I told him, and I received a passionate kiss in response. * #TBC

He was there. I flash him a frown and before I can protest, he adds, “If you had stayed just a little bit longer yesterday, you would have seen me pushing Bridget away and yelling at her. She caught me off guard when she kissed my cheek. However, I wasn’t expecting her to kiss me on the lips too. If I had any idea, I would have stopped her long before she could have put her slimy lips on me.” He caresses my cheek and looks into my eyes as he whispers, “My lips are reserved for you only.”