Picking Someone Up Bridal Style Novels & Stories

She was insecure about Miss Tully. “I have a surprise for you. let’s go.” He stood up and offered her his hand, but she hesitated. So, he took the required action. He quickly lifted her up in his arms and she gasped loudly. “What are you doing?” She spoke in horror when he lifted her up. “I wanted to show you something and you were having second thoughts so I am doing what I want. Besides, isn’t it the ritual that the groom should enter the house with his bride like this or something?” He started walking towards the stair and his gaze never felt hers.

I facepalm myself for my mistake. “This is what is going to happen”. He turns to make sure he makes his point. “I'll carry you to the bathroom and Carolina is gonna assist you while I hold onto Ivy. Is that understood?”. I am unable to nod or respond. I just look at him like a moron. Just as he explained he moves to carry me. His hands on my back and the other behind the back of my knees. In one swift motion. He has carried me bridal style. I look everywhere but his handsome face and built chest.

Just then I feel a hand on my lower back and stiffen, but slowly lean into it when I realise its Hayden's. "I'll take her." He said, words surprisingly soft as he lifted me bridal style in front of everyone. I didn't miss the way Mira's eyes widened at his actions, and the way Mr. Ron had blinked. The only sign of his surprise, and Mr. Thomas had just stared fists clutched with a look that was both unsettling and uneasy.

She wanted him inside her so badly that it almost hurt. “Just a little more… I was so close,“ she thought, biting her lip. Kingsley straightened up slowly. With gentle strength, he slid one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, then lifted her effortlessly into a bridal carry. Sara gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. He smiled down at her, his eyes warm with affection despite the obvious desire still burning in them. “Come on,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you properly tonight.”

he added, "Just relax!" And his words made my body relax and I released a deep breath. He took advantage of the situation and pushed the dress down from my waist, leaving it to puddle around my feet. His gaze went down my body as I stood almost naked in front of the mirror, slowly taking in every inch of my skin. I took a big breath through my mouth, which drew his attention to me, and he looked up at me. Standing upright, I closed my palms and joined my arms to my hips. He took a step forward, lifted the wooden chair that was between us, and hauled me up in his arms in a bridal manner, which I had not expected from him.

In her hands, she holds a magnificent bouquet of my favorite lilies, their delicate fragrance wafting through the air. The audience watches in collective anticipation, the hushed whispers adding a layer of mystique to the unfolding moment. My heart pounds in my chest as Gabby gracefully descends to one knee before me, her smile radiant and maybe a bit nervous. The world around us blurs, leaving only her in sharp focus. The lilies she presents, a symbol of our shared history, carry a profound weight. I take the bouquet from her outstretched hands and hold the flowers close to my chest.

“You said I could go!” “I did,” he replied simply, stepping closer. “And you tried.” Before I could say anything else, he reached down suddenly. My breath caught. "Oh my goodness." And then He lifted me straight out of the wheelchair. A small gasp escaped my lips as my body instinctively tensed, my hands clutching onto his shirt without thinking as he held me securely in his arms in bridal style. I was too close to his broad chest, his perfume was making my insides clench and twist with butterflies I wished I can shoot down if I could.

The desire in them makes her swallow the lump in her throat as her stomach tightens into knots and she feels an unknown sensation course through her body. "I...", She could barely speak while standing close to him as he put his index finger on her lips, shakes his eyes, his eyes speaking for him and she nodded hesitantly and let him trail his fingers down her neck. He held the edges of her top. She obliges and raises her hands to pull it over her arms. He threw it on the floor. His eyes never leaving her. He picks her up in a bridal style and gently places her on the bed.

The pinch of high heels gnawed at my feet, so I removed them without thinking, holding them between my fingers. He noticed me moving barefoot and turned to me. I was about to step forward, but his hand reached for my wrist, wrapped my arm around his shoulder, and in a sudden move, he bent down and encircled my waist and thighs with his arms… lifting me in a bridal carry. I gasped sharply, my hands resting on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. “What are you doing, Mr. Dorian?! Everyone is watching… put me down immediately! This is completely inappropriate!”

Kiara: Zane lifts me in his arms, but this time, he doesn’t carry me roughly. This time, it’s gentle and unexpected. He cradles me bridal style, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as my face rests against his chest. As he walks, I shut my eyes tightly, praying he doesn’t notice I’m faking.