Picking Someone Up Bridal Style Novels & Stories

, Eric said, sending shivers down Hunter's spine. Eric stood up and walked to Harry. He held his hand and said, “let's go”. Harry tried to walk but was limping, and ignoring the fact that people's camera were still rolling, Eric picked Harry up, in Bridal style, and led him to the car.

She abruptly shut her eyes and normalized her breathing pretending to be asleep. She felt his presence in the room. And then she heard the door closing. He was in the restroom. She peeked at the door and sighed. She just hoped he would sleep on the bed without creating a ruckus. He was back and then she felt his eyes on her. She knew he was close. Her eyes shot open in surprise when she felt his arms snaking under her as he picked her up in a bridal style. "W...what are you doing?" She stammered, placing her hand on his chest as she moved away to look at him.

I gripped his shoulders tightly. This was going to be the longest elevator ride of my life. Niccolo had pushed his hand in between my thighs. He cupped my pussy. Then he locked his brown eyes on mine, and I bit my lip. I had read so many books where this happened. Now, he was doing exactly what I had imagined so many times. The elevator door dinged, announcing that it had opened. He smiled at me, and before I knew what was happening, he’d picked me up, and was carrying me bridal style over the threshold. I let out a nervous laugh as he kissed me again. When we pulled apart, that was when I heard something that made me freeze.

As if everything will end and drift away if we don't give our all tonight but there's nothing for us to worry about because as far as we're heading, we're content and grateful for this. I picked her up her into bridal style and made my way to the bed to place her softly on it. . . . ❤ VANESSA'S POINT OF VIEW❤ He picked me up in his strong arm and put me on the bed and he hover over me, sliding down payjama. Leaving me only in the t-shirt. . .

I tried to stand up, but I found myself back on the chair. All of a sudden, he picked me up in a bridal style, causing me to yelp as I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck.

August choked on her drink while staring at the rest who were wearing a teasing smile on their face. Kent stood up from his chair and walked to her, “don’t be clumsy”. He used his hand to soothe her back, after seeing that she was ok, he carried her in a bridal style which shocked her. “Hey, what are you doing? Let go of me”. August shouted and said angrily, But Kent was not in any way angry, instead he stared at her with a smile, “I’m carrying my fiancée, is there anything wrong with it? He asked her.

Reaching near her, he gathered her up in his arms in a bridal style. "Stop", she gasped out when he scooped in his arms. She was lifted in the air, her hands flew on it's own clasping in a fist each side of his clothed chest. The undergarment fell further down from her feet and dropped on the floor. "Stop...stop...leave...me." Unbothered about anything, he carried her covering the distance in few long strides towards the bed and sat down first on the edge of the bed. He placed her on his lap and snaked his arms around her body. She was resting on his lap cradling like a baby. She lifted up her head. Their face few inches apart. He was already gazing on her face.

He turns to look at me, seeing that I'm struggling with mine—which causes him to turn back and getting off. To my surprise, he starts to pick me by the waist before placing me on the ground. When I finally think that he's going to just walk with me back to the stable, I thought wrong, he picks me up, bridal style—causing my cheeks to heat up immediately. The whole crowd starts to cheer and stand up, especially because we're newlyweds. ''What are you doing?'' I ask. ''Carrying you,'' He replies as he looks down at my face. My heart continues to beat fast due to the fact that our faces are inches apart and that he doesn't seem to bother much at our intimacy in public. Then, he places me on his

He smiled before taking up each foot and peppering kisses on them, "Feel better?" "Yes…" I moaned in delight and he smiled. After sometime he dropped my feet and stood up, "Let's go join them at the table…" "Okay." He shrugged. He picked up the shoes and suddenly lifted me in his arms carrying bridal style. "What are you doing?" I asked shyly hiding my face in his chest, "Everyone is staring." "Let them." He said as he walked towards the table where we were to be seated, "What's wrong in them watching how I treat my Queen right?"

Tomorrow is going to be a hectic day," He said, stretching forth his hand for me to take, and I did just that. I shook his hand and he pulled me up. “Make sure you watch your steps carefully," He said like a nagging husband, and I rolled my eyes at him. “You can just carry me if you are that scared about me falling," I said. I never expected Vincent to do just that because, in the next seconds, he lifted me in a bridal style, making me squeal. ”I didn't tell you to do that," I said, half smiling and frowning, but Vincent didn't care.