In His Kiss Bridgerton Novels & Stories

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.

Oh, how fortunate I was to have been blessed by the moon goddess with such irresistibly attractive mate. "Sapphire," he whispered, his voice barely audible, yet his words sent shivers down my spine. I found myself unable to respond as his hand gracefully threaded through my hair, pulling me closer to him. His lips melded with mine in a passionate embrace. As he pressed his body against mine, the intensity of his kiss heightened. It was a deep, commanding kiss that left no doubt of his dominance.

He towered above her, a smile playing at the corners of his thin lips the color of her pink lip gloss. "Hello..." He drawled, his smile growing wider as he took her hand in his palm and raised it to his lips. "My lady." He left a kiss on the back of her palm and her insides clenched. "Uhm, hi." She tittered, not having a knowledge of who the god in front of her was. "Do I know you?" "Yes." He nodded, showing off his single dimple. Maris couldn't help, but to mirror his contagious smile. "The guy whose butt you were admiring."

I push his chest to stop it, but Dominic doesn't let his hand on my neck loose. Finally, after a long, passionate kiss, he let his hand release me. He brushes his thumb at the bottom of my lips. "Finish your dessert, sweetheart; I can't wait to get my dessert." "And what exactly is that, sir?" I reply him teasingly. "You, of course." He smirks. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

He has a meeting to attend with an Italian mob and had already dressed up as Nikolai Klaus before her incident. Her eyes slowly opened and she stared at him, "Nikolai? What are you doing here?" "I brought you to the hospital and I want to make sure that you're fine" he rasped and without warning, bent and placed a kiss on her lips "You shouldn't be doing that," she murmured and her blue eyes mirrored that confusion she gets each time she kisses her "I know, I just can't help it" he rasped, his heart was filled with so many emotions and he fought to clamp them down

he said, his words filled with a quiet intensity that sent a wave of heat through Victoria’s veins. There was no pretense in his voice, no guarded mask—it was raw, unfiltered, and genuine. He had spent years watching her from afar, loving her in a way that could never be fully realized, haunted by the distance and the circumstances that kept them apart. But now, with her so close, the ache of those years seemed to vanish in the heat of the moment. Without another word, he closed the distance between them, pulling her into a kiss that was both desperate and tender. The kiss was not just an act of passion—it was the culmination of years of yearning, a silent promise fulfilled in a single, sear