In His Kiss Bridgerton Novels & Stories

His gaze softened, his frustration giving way to something deeper—something vulnerable. “Whether you want to admit it or not, you trust me, Bridgette,” he said, his voice quieter now. “And that terrifies you.” I shook my head, trying to dismiss the knot forming in my chest. “You don’t know anything about what terrifies me.” “Oh, don’t I?” His lips curved into a faint, almost teasing smile, and before I could react, he leaned in and captured my lips with his. The kiss was unexpected, overwhelming, and infuriatingly familiar. It was as if he was trying to prove a point, to claim some sort of victory in this endless battle of wills between us. My body froze for a split second before anger surge

Christopher smiled back and took the other guy’s hand before pulling him close and kissing him. On the mouth. “Oh,” I said, drawing to a stop. Oh, no. Christopher Elton was already taken.

I ask, looking up at him with a question in my eyes. “The kiss,” he says with a playful smile. “I can never get over how perfect your lips taste.” He lowers his voice and moves closer, he almost touches my lips but stops, staying at a hair’s breadth away from me. “Everything about you tastes perfect and I am obsessed with you. It is not healthy, it can’t be.”

Tension crackled between us. I turned my face away. He gripped my jaw and turned my face back to him. "I didn't kiss her," he answered, his gaze dancing over my face. "Why?" I asked. He let go of my one arm to graze his thumb along my lower lip. "I didn't like her lipstick. It stank of cherry," his eyes kenly followed the mvement of his thumb. "I like vanilla the most," he whispered and claimed my lips again.

Unbothered. He's in front of me in two strides. Before I can react, he plucks the glass from my hand, sets it aside, and leans down. His hand cups my jaw, tilting my face up, and his lips crash onto mine. The kiss is deep. Possessive. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting the champagne there. Then he pulls back, that infuriating smirk on his face. "It does indeed taste good." My face burns. "Haven't you heard of the word consent?"

Then he lowered his head and kissed me deeply and passionately. “Edna Jones was right after all,” I said, breaking the kiss for a bit. “What did she say?” Chase asked. “Just kiss me, Chase Maddox,” I responded. And he took my lips and kissed me like his life depended on it. THE END!

Each kiss was a promise, a reassurance that he was there for her, no matter how much she doubted herself. Finally, he captured her lips with his, their mouths moving together in a sweet, lingering kiss. The taste of her tears mingled with the warmth of his affection, creating an intimate connection that spoke volumes. It was a kiss filled with understanding, compassion, and an unyielding love that transcended her fears. “You are here with me in my life; that’s enough for me,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and sincere. The sincerity in his words wrapped around her heart, making her feel cherished and valued.

As our gazes intertwined, he leaned in, his lips gently brushing against mine. In that tender kiss, I tasted love, support, and an unspoken promise. He whispered against my lips, his words a gentle affirmation of his unwavering presence. "I'll always be here for you, Gabriella. Together, we can overcome anything." In that embrace, time seemed to stand still as we held each other in a cocoon of love and understanding. His kiss, like a healing touch, swept away my doubts and fears, leaving behind a sense of serenity and determination.

edwardo called and i looked at him He crashed his lips on mine and kissed him passionately This wasnt just a brief kiss,it was deep and who am i not to return the kiss I kissed him back and he is soo good with his lips Tbc

That same smirk tugged at his lips, the one that made my knees weak, the one that promised danger and desire in equal measure. “You’re late,” he said, voice low, almost teasing. “I… I got caught up,” I muttered, wishing I could sound casual. “You always get caught up,” he said, stepping closer. His hand brushed mine as he passed, deliberate or not, sending a shiver down my spine. “But you always find your way back to me.” I swallowed, trying to speak, to protest, to remind myself that this was reckless. “I… I shouldn’t be here,” I whispered.