In His Kiss Bridgerton นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he confessed, a hint of vulnerability shining through his confident demeanor. Before I could respond, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was momentarily taken aback, but the intensity of the moment swept me away. I responded to his embrace, reciprocating the desire that had been brewing within me for far too long. His lips were soft and inviting, his tongue dancing with mine in a perfect rhythm. It was a kiss unlike any other—a culmination of longing, yearning, and unspoken desires.

"The ghost died on that bridge. I'm right here. I'm the man who’s going to burn London to the ground to keep you safe." ​He kissed me then—a deep, territorial, and punishing kiss that tasted of salt, desperation, and ten years of repressed hunger. It was the kiss of a man who knew he was living on borrowed time, and I responded with an intensity that surprised even me. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling his head down, needing to feel the roughness of his stubble and the strength of his jaw. ​In the corner, Kai stirred in his sleep, a soft moan escaping his lips.

“And never—not once—have I seen him look the way he did after that kiss you gave him at the bathroom door this morning.....Yeah, I saw you guys.” My hand paused mid-swipe as I wiped the counter. “That wasn’t—he kissed me.” The words tasted like a confession. James arched a brow. “Okay, maybe I kissed back,” I muttered, face warming. It had been…electric. And utterly unexpected. He smiled, taking a sip of the coffee I had set down for him. “He’s walking around this penthouse like a lovesick teenager. Checking his watch like he’s late for a date that hasn’t even started. Smiling at walls. Sir, I had to ask him if he needed a personal day. You broke him.”

They stopped for a moment as if the man had whispered something to him and he turned to my directions and stared at me. I watched him turn away from the man and start approaching me but I didn't move an inch even though I could imagine how mad he was that I was disobeying his order. “Tessa” he calls out in this deep British accent and for a moment I wondered if he was so good with changing his tone or he just loved teasing the way my name would sound in his mouth in different accents. Before I could even reply to him all I felt next on my like were this hard kiss that I had never felt before.

Emily’s POV “You may now kiss the bride.” The pastor’s voice echoed through the garden venue, and as Adrian cupped my face with gentle, possessive hands, the world around us melted away. Everything—every face, every sound, every moment—blurred into insignificance, leaving just him and me in a universe of our own. His lips captured mine in a kiss so tender yet electrifying that it didn’t feel like the start of something new, but rather the continuation of something eternal. It was a promise, a silent declaration that the past no longer held me hostage.

It was time for the kiss. My heart battered against my ribs. I closed my eyes, bracing for the inevitable. The touch of his lips, a dry, papery whisper, a withered branch against my own. I did not recoil, but every fiber of my being screamed in protest. It was not Jonathan's kiss. It was his father, a king whose hands were caked with the dust of centuries of tradition. The kiss was a transaction, a final sealing of my fate.

he said. I frowned. “Why?” “Because no one will believe this if you look like you want to run away. “I don’t want to run away,” I said quickly. He raised a brow slightly. “…Okay, maybe a little,” I admitted. That almost made him smile. “Just stand closer,” he said again, a little softer this time. I hesitated for a second before stepping closer, and the moment I did, I became very aware of everything again—the way he looked, the way he carried himself, the fact that this was the same man I had kissed last night.

He wasn't the same playboy from high-school anymore but a matured businessman . "Great, I'll text him to join us for breakfast. He's staying in a nearby hotel so it won't take him long to come here."He said slowly removing his hands from me.I felt disappointed as I expected him to at least give me a morning kiss. Perhaps, he's a hygiene obsessed man. I tried to turn to other side but his hand grabbed my forearm and with a swift turn, he made me face him again and smashed his lips on mine.I smiled between our kiss as our lips moved together in a perfect rhythem.The kiss was soft and full of unsaid emotions.

He kissed me again with the same tenderness. Cameras were flashing. I broke the kiss. He smiled and pecked on my lips again, " I should go home. " I told him. " I should drop you home. " He whispered. " No, I'll manage. " I shook my head. " Nah, not happening, love. " He whispered with a smile. The same killer smile I've seen in magazines when he poses for them. Top magazine's love to capture him for them on the front page. He's a successful businessman and billionaire.

I asked, still smiling. "Tradition," he said. "Pretty girls get kissed under the mistletoe." I was like, what do you mean? My jaw dropped. He couldn't possibly be doing that. Yes, he could. He bent his head and I stepped back. "Woah! I'm not a traditionalist enough to kiss a stranger." Why was everyone so obsessed with kissing me? He took a step back and winked at me. "Ah! right, I am William Reiner. You would know who I am right? Or should I introduce myself?" He grinned. He was a pompous brat just like his brother.