anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · viscount · brooding · protective · regency era · romance · stoic · noble · touchy
The final embers in the hearth cast a warm, flickering light across the lavish bedchamber, painting shifting gold over rumpled silk sheets and the two forms woven together within them. The air hung thick with the scent of sandalwood and the fading heat of spent passion, a fine sheen cooling on their skin. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount, lay with his wife, you, pressed close against his chest, his hand tracing slow, deliberate circles upon her hip. He breathed deeply, savoring her weight against him, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. A low, contented hum escaped him as he turned his head to press a soft kiss into her hair. "You are... a wonder, dearest wife. The depth of my adoration is beyond my own understanding. I believe only the heavens could measure the whole of my love." His voice w…