In His Kiss Bridgerton Novels & Stories

There was that European just now who was passionate enough to swallow her whole. “Good-looking man,” he said. Mrs Tucker sneered at him, “Blackmail, really?” “It's nothing personal, doll.” He smiled, still walking closer towards her. “In fact, I quite admire the passion.” He placed his hand on his chest, showing how affected he was. “I only ever see such things on the big screens. And the way he looked at you just before you both fell into each other’s arms.” Kan groaned, shaking his head and touching his fingers to his lips, “Just chef kiss.”

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.

and he kissed me on the bridge of my nose. Even in my drunken spirit, he was still very handsome. I rolled my eyes and smiled sweetly at him. This is what I will do. For him to love me so much that he would die when I was gone. "Don't, don't tease me," he muttered weakly as he seemed to be restrained himself. But I never stopped kissing and licking his neck. They said men tickle was on their necks. "Fuck!" He groaned and he quickly went inside his condo.

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.”

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?"

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.