Romancing Mister Bridgerton Chapter 18 Novels & Stories

I breathed, the name escaping in a voice thick with lust, one I barely recognized as my own. His eyes lifted to mine, dark and molten. He bent his head low, hovering just above one peaked nipple. “Yes, Mrs. Claire,” he murmured, the title soft now, almost teasing, before he closed his mouth over the sensitive bud, my back arched from the bed as I moaned out loud.

My fingers tightened against my dress as my pulse quickened, his hand moved slowly higher, sliding deeper into my thigh. My body stiffened as his fingers brushed against my panties. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Is Master doing what I think he’s going to do? I thought, panic slowly rising inside me. He leaned slightly closer to me, his shoulder brushing mine. “Try not to moan,” he whispered quietly, my breath hitched. I tried my best to stay still, forcing myself to keep my expression calm as the men around the table continued their conversation. But under the table, his fingers kept teasing the fabric of my panties.

Watching. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. I was naked. Wet. Flushed. Fingers still between my thighs. He stepped forward. And I couldn’t breathe. --- End of Chapter One

When we reached her house, I got out first and opened the door for her. “Nice meeting you again, Kyran. See you at the wedding,” she said sweetly—and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I blinked. What? “See you at the wedding too…” I muttered, confused. I stood there, watching her disappear into the house. That small kiss on the cheek? It wasn’t romantic. It was calculated. Like she was following some kind of script. This woman… is a puzzle. And I intend to solve her…

*SMUT CHAPTER!* Josephine I moved like I was in a trance, my heart slamming against my ribcage with hidden anticipation. His eyes held me down, watching closely as I walked towards him with sexual tension sizzling in the air. My lips felt dry, I swiped my tongue over it, and his eyes snapped from that slight motion. “I....” My voice breathless. “Sasha....we shouldn’t.” He raises a brow, lips curving into a perfect smirk. “We shouldn’t what..... hmm?” his voice vibrated from beneath his chest.

"You don't know anything, I have to go, I have been in here for too long," She said and ended the call, she checked her reflection in the mirror. "You are Natalie ," She whispered to her reflection, before washing her hands and exiting the restroom "What took you so long?" Rafael whispered asked, she forced a smile, and ignored him, he didn't seem to mind her ignoring him and just let her be, she was thankful and just ate in silence while the others talked. "Yes, my fiancee is an art lover, main reason I am letting Vhrisma stay is that she loves it there, isn't it Natalie ?"

"Never let your emotions overpower your intelligence." -Drake- *** “What would you like to tell me, my love?” He asked as he grabbed her hand so she could sit beside him. “Earlier, I met with a childhood friend of mine at the mall. He was the sales associate for Cartier store that I went into and he invited me to have a meal with him if I want to so we could catch up on our lives.” Hearing this, Stefan raised his brow. “And what do you plan to do?” He asked her.

‘Not necessarily,’ Bridget replied. The Duchess sidled up to Bridget, then ran her hand down the American’s body, digging her fingers into her crotch. She leant forward and kissed her on the mouth. Immediately Bridget embraced her, kissing her back ferociously, turning her head and mashing their mouths together, her hand slipping on to Celeste’s chiffon-covered buttocks. ‘What about me?’ Anna said, pushing herself into Bridget’s back and embracing both women. ‘Are you feeling left out?’ the Duke said, looking from the triad of women to Clare.

She already felt embarrassed and didn't want the guards to embarrass her more by throwing her out. How could Nicholas ask her to leave after telling him she wanted him back. She huffed and walked out of the house angrily. ********** It was bedtime, I slumped on the bed after wearing my nightie. I was exhausted and tired. Nicholas came out of the bathroom and joined me on the bed. "Hey!!" he cooed, turning me to face him. I smiled and he kissed me, he tried deepening the kiss but I broke the kiss. "You shouldn't think much about what happened earlier, jenny's crazy," Nicholas said and I nodded.

“Tea looks fancy today.” “Chamomile with honey,” I said mock-proudly. “Very adult.” “Extremely adult,” he agreed solemnly. Then, with a tiny grin: “You know what’s not adult? The fact that I burned pasta yesterday.” “You’re never living that down.” He held up a hand. “I accept my fate.” Something flickered in the quiet between us—familiar, soft, a warm breath of the connection we’d been carefully rebuilding. Not the sharp magnetism from earlier chapters. Not the unpredictable intensity.