In His Kiss Bridgerton Novels & Stories

I mean its true. He’s Daniel Green. The golden boy. I’m Kisses Jackson. The lonely nerd. “I love you Kisses, I really do. Don’t listen to them. You and I both know that you aren’t a prude” He holds my face, staring in my eyes, a small smirk on his face. “Daniel yes I am. I’ve literally done shit” I blush, kissing him on the cheek. “I see some of the clothes you wear. Risky stuff Kiss” He jokes.

Edward. He seals his lips with mine for a kiss. The kiss was brief but I felt everything. I felt his liquor taste intoxicating me….. by driving me insane…. And he pushed something inside my mouth. 'Who is this man that's standing in front of me? Should I still believe that he's Edward…. My runaway bride?' Before the kiss could take over me….. I pushed him away. I have already crumbled on his hands, but what else can I do? His kiss is magic.

The suit jacket is off putting his corset on display. He is the first one to reach me. He looks at me and I guess he is wondering how to proceed from then. Making the choice easier I kiss him lightly on his lips. He is unmoving for a bit before he lets him self lean into the kiss. When we break apart he hugs me. "I missed you so much." he whispers in my ear. I tighten my arms in response. Kingston comes up behind me and sandwiches me between them. "Hello beautiful." he murmers.

Her voice was steady, calm, almost too calm for the storm brewing inside her. As the elevator doors slid open, she took a deep breath and pressed the button for the top floor. Every floor that passed brought her closer to him, to Adrian Blackwell, the man who’d once promised to love her through every lifetime, and then kissed another woman while her heart broke in silence. The elevator chimed. The doors opened. And there he was. Adrian stood by the wide glass window, the city stretching out behind him. He turned when he heard her heels click against the floor, and for a second, time folded in on itself.

Dedicated to @yu-tanit. "By the power invested in me," the minister began as he looked at the couple standing before him and all the people whom had come to witness and celebrate this day with them, "I announce you man and wife," he smiled at them, "you may now kiss the bride." Everyone got on their feet to cheer them. "Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her..." everybody cheered bringing Chris back to reality. This was it. He was finished as long as he lived. During the whole wedding, all he did was to zone in and out and most of the time he zoned out.

She went over and one thing led to the other and they kissed and ended up going far. Crystal is a year older than him and goes to a private school. “Crystal, just leave” Crystal ignored him and entered. “Because of you, my girlfriend doesn’t want to talk to me.” Crystal smirks “and so what? you don’t need her, you have me” “I don’t want you. I love her...I mean I like her” he said raising his voice a bit. “Trust me when I say you don’t. What are you doing with a girl who won’t allow you kiss her talk-less of letting you touch her”

"Can I kiss you?" How can such a gentleman be the same ruthless and cold-hearted billionaire that I used to hear about? How is that possible? I nodded my head and he slowly kissed my lips. His mouth taste like mint. The kiss started slowly and soon he was moving me away from the sink. He grabbed my ass and I quickly wrap my legs around his torso. He is so strong even as a 39 years old man. He suck on my lower lip and then my tongue, his hand squeezing my ass.

I lean into Braxton, my voice a honeyed whisper meant for the cameras. "Smile, my dear," I coo, my lips painted with a seductive allure. "We want the world to see just how in love we are." Braxton’s detachment remains intact, his gaze distant, his expression impassive. But I’m not one to be deterred. I place a manicured hand on his cheek and, before he can react, press my lips forcefully against his. The cameras click and flash, capturing the moment with a voracious hunger for scandal. The kiss has left Braxton with little choice but to respond in kind. He kisses me back, a perfunctory gesture that betrays none of the passion I’m hoping to convey.

She shrugged and added, "That's why I am definitely marrying him!" When Gabrielle did not say more, Tommy inquired, "That's it? You are not giving any more clues?" He looked at the audience with a dull expression and summarized, "So the guy is filthy rich, he is powerful, HOT, sweet, caring, and in his thirties." Looking back to Gabrielle, he confirmed, "And he lives in Braeton, right?" Gabrielle nodded approvingly and supplemented, "And I guess you can, for now, call him, KW for short."

He was found. “Yes, Sir,” he whispered, a genuine, brilliant smile spreading across his face. This one, however, was just for Dominic. And as Dominic leaned in to claim his mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, Asher knew he was finally exactly where he was supposed to be. The kiss was slow, deep, a sealing of the bargain. Asher melted into it, his hands coming up to rest on Dominic’s chest, feeling the steady, reassuring beat of his heart. This was his new reality. This was his Sir.