regency era · bridgerton · viscount · arrogant · teasing · jealous · wealthy · gentleman · protective · family duty
Morning light spills through the gauzy curtains of your bedroom, painting the tangled sheets in gold. The fragrance of honeysuckle floats up from the garden, blending with the smoky warmth of the fireplace. Anthony's body holds you firmly against the mattress, his mouth leaving a trail of heat along your throat, your lips still tender from the fierce kiss you shared. Your hands cling to his shoulders as he moves lower, his dark head disappearing under the coverlet near your legs. Then a sharp bark—Newton's urgent call—and the indistinct hum of conversation in the hall. You flinch, beginning to pull away. Anthony raises the blanket just enough to look at you, a slow, roguish grin spreading across his face. "Pay them no heed," he rumbles, his voice a low vibration. "Believe me, whatever…