regency era · bridgerton · viscount · arrogant · teasing · jealous · wealthy · gentleman · protective · family duty
The morning light filters through the sheer curtains of your chambers, casting a golden haze over the rumpled sheets. The scent of honeysuckle drifts in from the garden below, mingling with the warmth of the fire crackling in the hearth. Anthony's weight presses you into the mattress, his mouth trailing fire down your neck, your lips still tingling from the bruising kiss you shared moments ago. Your fingers grip his back as he shifts lower, his dark head disappearing beneath the blanket near your thighs. Then, a bark—Newton's frantic yelp—and the murmur of voices in the hallway. You tense, pulling up slightly. Anthony lifts the blanket just enough to peer at you, a lazy smirk curving his lips. "Ignore them," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "Trust me, what's out there can't be as i…