In His Kiss Bridgerton Mga Nobela at Kwento

He kisses me tenderly at first, soft and so carefully but then he brings up the pace as he dominates the kiss so easily. My hands start to unbutton his shirt as he placed me on his kingsized bed getting on me, he's actually now shirtless as well. He grabbed me by my waist and leaned me back against the bed not breaking the kiss at all. He trailed wet kisses down my neck as his hands explored underneath my dress. I moaned in his lips and received every kiss he's giving. He stopped all of a sudden and stared into my eyes. "I love you, Natalya Heathrow".

I muttered, rubbing my temples. He didn't answer. He closed the distance between us in two massive strides, hauling me out of my chair by my waist. Before I could protest, his mouth crashed down on mine. His tongue swept past my lips, tasting of dark mint and raw, possessive heat. The kiss was punishing but intoxicating, sending a heavy, wet pulse straight to my core. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine, his chest rumbling. "Briar is back. Let’s go down."

“Not yet, princess. Stay.” "But-" “Hush.” I opened my mouth again, but he didn't let me say anything as he bent down and kissed me. It wasn’t a deep, hungry kiss or even like the one he had given me as my first kiss, this was more like he wanted to shut me up. He glanced at his watch one more time and it gave me an impression like he was waiting for something or someone. Then, he gave me a soft smile as he ordered, “On your knees." ____ A. Gupta

He had the aura of a man who knew exactly what he had done. Then he leaned in, kissing me softly, and whispered. “Best fucking dessert I’ve ever had.”

"I just kissed Adrienne Davison." Adrienne's heart fluttered as she gazed at him, her own smile growing. "Adrienne Davison is yours," she declared.

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.

"Nobody's asking for an explanation." "Your face suggests otherwise." Her voice stayed pleasant, almost gentle, which somehow made it worse. "I'm just being honest, Brielle. Darius is a grown man. An heir. A board member on this very project. He's allowed to kiss whoever he wants, whenever he wants, without needing anyone's approval first." "I never said he needed approval."

His gaze comes to mine. “You didn’t. You finally did. He finally acted. Wow. I can not believe it. After all these years, he fucking wisened up and did something.” He states. “Hang on you who are talking about. What do you mean he finally acted?” I curiously ask. He looks at me as if I’ve spoken a foreign language. “Kingston. You kissed him. Didn’t you. You totally did.” he whisper shouts at me. “Yeah I did.” I say.

If Prince Charming wore Armani, I’m sure he’d look like this. Prince Charming—yes, Prince Charming—that is the name that fits him best. His fingers remain wrapped around my wrist, firm but not painful. With effortless grace, he plucks the glass from my hand. “I daresay you’ve had quite enough for tonight,” he says, and his thick British accent hits me instantly, sending my heart doing backflips. It’s deep, rich and velvety, the kind of voice you’d hear men speak with in a Bridgerton series.

"No, I'm actually happy that I'm moving closer to Boston, and I'm excited to start my new job." "You still haven't told me what it is yet…" "And I'm not going to." He brings his mouth to mine and seizes my lips, delicately dominating my mouth with his pierced tongue, making my thoughts about Brixton finally float away. I graze his thigh and scrunch the silky fabric of his sweats in my hand as I deepen the kiss and roughly sink my teeth into his bottom lip. He growls broadly, and I shiver as moisture pools between my thighs.