Romancing Mister Bridgerton Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

The angry, shamed part of her still wanted to push him away, suspecting he had spent his absent night with another of his companions, and she remained stiff for a long moment, until his gentle mouth and softly caressing hands smoothed away her resistance. Their lovemaking was slow, almost tenuous, as they let their bodies speak all the things they both wanted to say. Or maybe she was misinterpreting his apologetic touches and soothing kisses. Perhaps she was fooling herself so she could continue sharing her body with him. Even the doubt of that couldn’t hold back her cries of passion, and she was eager for him when he lifted her thigh and entered her carefully, drawing out his possession unt

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

Mingle with the locals I said I will return going to the ladies room in the restroom I brush my teeth straighten my hair out make sure my clothes wasn't wrinkled. I couldn't help but laugh to myself I got him good I took one last look before returning by his side. I see Allen at the Arch where the beautiful flowers with lights making the scenery very romantic as I walk closer I hear just say yes playing in the background I look around and see everyone staring at us I'm now in front of him.

He reminds me of one of the guys you see people hide from in the street out of fear, yet he seems so warm and kind. Looking at him, his tattoos, the piercings, everything, all I can think of is I want to devour him. Correcting myself, I want him to devour me. A smile starts to spread across my face, the thought of him devouring me. I am naughty, and Sir can see I am. Jackson’s body moves closer to mine. “Did I say you could fantasise about him? No, so I wouldn’t push it if I were you, Kitten.”

-Champagne can be good, especially served like this… – Raising his hands to her breasts, he squeezed them with desire, pinching and tugging at her hardened nipples mercilessly, before moving his palms to her thighs, he was staying as long as possible as Missy fell back onto the bed again - But I know something even better. With a single, steady thrust, he sank inside her hot, soft pussy, so wonderfully easy to take that it seemed to be welcoming him, while Missy moaned and dug her nails into his back, uttering gibberish that he decided take it as a request for him to fuck her harder, as she had been asking all night. And judging by the way she began to scream and budge, sending him farther a

For me, not being able to tame my heart, I cherish the most. "Arthur gets out now" I yelled at the highest. "See you tonight", she screamed at his back, making me frown and angry. Exactly what she was up to? "Don't forget you are my fiance and stay away from him", I said, possessively taking her hand in mine. Her hands were warm and soft. Hands I knew much better than me and she jerked away. Oh! She was mad at me. Scarlett Miller's POV "Forget... Really? I don't even remember you, Mr. Winslet." I said irritatedly.

Eddie prepared a diamond bracelet and reaching for my hand. I dodged. Eddie was just a good friend to me. I still didn’t have any romantic feelings for him. Suddenly, the bracelet was thrown aside. I looked up to see Stephen standing beside our table. He glared angrily at Eddie. “No! She’ll never be your mate!” Before Eddie could speak, Stephen grabbed my hand and pulled me away. He seemed furious. He took me to the rooftop of the building.

I love you all. Stay healthy, wealthy and cheerful. With endless gratitude and love, The Author. THE END? Not really. Book 2, ON YOUR KNEES MR. BILLIONAIRE continues in the next chapter where we see the challenges of their fairytale marriage. Kindly walk with me, let's enjoy that journey as well.

"Start fast and don’t bore me." Bram didn't hesitate. The desperation of his situation fused with a sudden, overwhelming surge of lust. He buried his face in her, his tongue lashing out to find her clit. Beatrice let out a sharp, jagged breath as he worked her, his tongue broad and punishing. She wasn't a gentle lover; she shoved her hips forward, forcing him to take her entire weight against his face. She reached down, her fingers digging into his scalp, her nails drawing blood. "Yeah, eat it, you pathetic little debtor," she groaned, her voice a guttural scrape. "Lick every drop of what you owe me."

And maybe I was lying to myself. The menu tasting went ahead without him. Vanessa showed up in his place. I was halfway through staring at the empty seat next to me, trying not to feel stupid for waiting, when she swept in like she owned the place—perfect curls bouncing, designer sunglasses perched on her head, and that confident little smirk that made people either love her or hate her on sight. “Scar!” she sang, air-kissing both my cheeks like we hadn’t grown up eating mac and cheese out of the same pot. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic on Fifth is hell.”