Novel & Cerita In His Kiss Bridgerton

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.

My gaze drops to his long neck that is covered in ink, and they continue to descend until they land on his Doc Martin boots. He’s dressed in a black t-shirt that clings to every defined muscle beneath it and a pair of black skinny jeans. It looks like he is attending a funeral and dressed like that, it could very likely end up being mine. Because fuck me, he has taken my breath away and he hasn’t even kissed me. “You must be my beautiful bride, Amelia?” He greets me and helps me to my feet, placing a kiss on both sides of my cheeks. Rendered speechless, I lick my lips and nod my head.

"You're just too irresistible." Hailey rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips betrayed her. "You always know how to get your way, don't you?" "With you, always," he whispered, his voice deep and sincere. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss that made her heart flutter. Hailey responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she melted into him, losing herself in the moment.

He reaches out, framing her face with his warm palms, and pulls her into a deep, commanding kiss. His lips claim hers with a desperate hunger, overpowering her doubts and consuming her senses. He shifts his weight, pressing her back against the sofa cushions as he hovers over her. The heat radiating off his body sends electric shivers straight down her spine. He kisses her like a man drowning, his fingers tangling tightly in her hair as his weight settles over her. Maribel wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing this physical confirmation that she isn't alone in this cold, corporate world.

he frowns and then his body gives a shudder like he’s remembering something disgusting, "I just saw him and thought it was you. I... I kissed him." "What?" Alex and I both turn to him in surprise. "I kissed him. On the mouth," he continues, raising a hand to hold his throat as if he's scared he’ll puke, "I didn't smell his alpha scent, he must be on inhibitors just like you.” "God," I let out an incredulous laugh, "How is everything so messy? I've been touching Alex like a sexual deviant and now you kissed my man? What is this weird switch thing?"

she asks teasingly and I put the glass in between my lips and take a huge gulp of the wine, avoiding eye contact. “His name is Liam Ashton,” I mumble, not taking the glass off my lips. “Hmm, you like him?” she asks observantly. “He’s hot, handsome, polite, gentlemanly, though arrogant, and also a great kisser -” I state but I’m interrupted by her gasp. “You kissed him?”

he continued, his voice softening to a near whisper, imbued with genuine awe, "just how breathtakingly beautiful you look in this dress. It's as if it were crafted specifically to enhance your already radiant grace." He paused, a heartfelt truth rising within him. "I am unable to resist you, Isabella. The sight of you like this…" His gaze intensified, locking with hers. "I have an overwhelming desire," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion, "to kiss you right now, to feel your lips on mine."

Leaning in, he felt a rush of adrenaline as he whispered in her ear, his voice soft yet filled with longing, "I understand how you feel, I couldn't sleep too, that is why I came, I want the same thing you want". Hoping to bridge the gap between them and ignite the passion that lay dormant between them, he leaned over once more, but this time not to whisper into her ears, but to capture her lips with his, in a passionate kiss.

"If you aren't a hugger, you'll most definitely be a kisser. So you may now kiss your groom." I could have sworn I heard the smirk in his voice. I let out a breath sharply through my flaring nostrils and without rethinking, I stepped forward and pulled Mr. Asshole in for a hug. The scent of his cologne -tobacco and vanilla- filled my nose and I found myself unconsciously taking in deep breaths. Just because I liked the smell of his cologne didn't mean I didn't still feel like bashing his face open with a pickaxe.

Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “Bridget… tell me you feel this too.” And I did. God, I did. “Are you sure?” he asks, his gaze searching for mine. “Because if you’re not, we can stop. Right now.” I nod, my throat dry. “I’m sure.” His smile softens, and he leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss so light it’s almost a tease. But then he deepens it, his hands sliding down to my waist, pulling me closer. The kiss is slow, deliberate, every movement filled with intention. It’s not rushed, not desperate—it’s like he’s savoring me, and it’s the most exquisite feeling I’ve ever known.