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The Painter and the Poet

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader dividers @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry @firefly-graphics gifs: @greengableslover @lydiimae Summary: Benedict Bridgerton falls in love with his best friend and helps inspire her for her latest love poem. Warnings: soft sex, first time, Benedict being an adorable man in love, oral sex (f receiving), Word Count: Disclaimer: I don't own Bridgerton or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx Remember, if you want to be tagged in any of my works, please comment on my pinned post so I can easily find your comments easily.

Tonight was the first ball of the season, hosted by Lady Danbury. Y/n walked through the ballroom, helping make sure everything was in place. Since the passing of her parents, Lady Danbury became her guardian, and in turn, Y/n became close friends with the Bridgerton family. She loved them all as if they were her siblings. But there was one in particular she loved more than a friend. She was always afraid he wouldn’t reciprocate her affections, but she was wrong. He, too, harboured feelings for her but was also scared to reveal his true feelings. So, in their friendship and growing up together, they stayed close but far enough apart to keep their hidden feelings at bay. Y/n heard Lady Danbury’s voice echo through the halls as Y/n turned around. “I have acquired a new dress from Madame Delacroix. My little gift for you, my dear.” Y/n smiled brightly, embracing Lady Danbury before running up the stairs to change into her new dress as guests began to arrive. Lady Danbury welcomed everyone with a gracious smile, a polite compliment, or a witty remark.

Y/n admired her new blue silk and lace gown, smiling as she twirled around in front of the mirror. She made her way to the staircase and heard the lively chatter of the ton and the music of the quartet; her eyes scanned the room before landing on the Bridgertons, who were all in attendance. Dowgaer Vicountess Violet stood proudly with her children, her smile beaming as her wrist delicately swished her small fan to keep herself cool. Viscount Anthony, the oldest son and considered the most handsome of the Bridgerton sons, stood tall, his hands clasped behind his back as he scoured the room for potential wives from himself. Next to him was Colin, who was adventurous and always quickly whipped with jokes at social events. His arm looped with his mother’s, but Y/n’s eyes soon fell on the one Bridgerton that made her heart pound; it was almost as if he could feel her eyes on him.

Benedict turned, and a beautiful wide smile graced his face; his feet carried him towards Y/n at the bottom of the staircase. “Lady Y/n”, Benedict breathed, his dark brown eyes filled with a mesmerising gaze Y/n blushed as Benedict bowed gracefully, his hand stretched out for her to hold. Y/n’s gloved hand slid along his palm. Violet and Anthony watched with curiosity, both of them smiling at the pair as Lady Danbury joined them. “Is it too early to say there is a match?” She smirked, leaning on her cane and glancing out the corner of her eye at Violet.

The two Bridgerton daughters, Daphne and Eloise, giggled together, seeing their brother and friend share a dance with each other. Benedict wrapped his arm around Y/n’s waist, pulling her close; a soft gasp left her lips. Benedict gave his signature smile, sending her heart fluttering. Her eyes focused on his. They were so lost in each other’s gaze they almost forgot the dance came to an end. Y/n curtsied, giggling lightly as Benedict bowed, offering his hand again. Benedict brought Jade over to his family, who warmly embraced her. Violet gasped. “You both danced so wonderfully together, ideally suited for one another.” She praised Y/n, and Benedict looked at one another with a loving smile. “Thank you, Viscountess, but I’m sure a lady out there would be more suited for Benedict than me. We are very close friends, as we always have been,” Y/n expressed, pretending not to show anything on her face. Violet raised a brow at the young girl’s choice of words; nothing could get past Violet Bridgerton; she knew the look of love all too well, and she most certainly knew when one of her children was in love.

The night drew to a close, and all the lords and ladies left Lady Danbury’s manor after a long night of dancing and talking. Some came away with secured matches, while some remained unmatched. Benedict Bridgerton had hoped not to end the night with unsaid feelings between himself and Y/n. He had hidden his feelings for too long and wanted to tell her. He’ll never get the courage to do it again, if not tonight. Benedict and Y/n found the secret hideout they used to escape as children. They could disappear for days, and no one could ever find them. I hear you are pursuing painting; you’ve always had an eye for art”, Y/n complimented with a dreamy sigh. Benedict grinned, leaning back on his hands and nodding. “Yes, Anthony will always be Viscount, and I know I am next in line, but I do not see this happening any time soon. So, I want to pursue my passion. And I have my muse to thank for that” His head turned to face Y/n, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. “If you didn’t know, that is you, my dear.” He kissed her shoulder, and Y/n felt her breathing grow uneven due to his affection. “Have you written any more poems since we last saw one another? You’ve always been talented with words,” Benedict murmured, staring into her eyes. Y/n parted her lips and blinked softly. “I wrote one the morning before the ball. It’s a love poem” Benedict’s grin returned as he leaned closer. “Tell me, I would love to hear it”, he whispered. Y/n turned her body slightly to face him better, taking a small breath.

She found heaven in his eyes

And for the first time in a long time,

she could feel the stars within her shine

“My muse inspired me, too” She smiled softly. Benedict’s fingers gingerly grazed her cheek, then combed through her hair. His nose brushed hers delicately, their eyes closed. “Benedict, I wish to tell you something”, Y/n’s timid voice cut through the silence. Benedict hushed her gently. “I know, my love, I know” He cupped her cheek. “I feel the same way, and I have for so long”, he breathed, feeling the weight being lifted off his shoulders Y/n let out a sigh of relief, pressing her lips to Benedict’s; the Bridgerton smiled at her eagerness; pulling apart Benedict pressed his head to Y/n’s “Please don’t think me too forward, but I have ached for you for so long. Forgive me if this is improper,” Benedict whispered quickly before kissing Y/n again, this time laying her down, kissing along her jaw and down her neck. Y/n’s soft gasps and moans fill Benedict’s heart with happiness. He had longed to hear her sweet melodic sounds, and now he felt nothing but pride and love knowing she shared his affections. “Benedict”, Y/n panted, her hands gripping his coat. Benedict sat back and removed his coat quickly, removing Y/n’s gloves and throwing the garments aside. The lovers grin at one another as Benedict smirks, licking his lips, his body sliding down Y/n’s.

Removing her dress at its laces, Y/n eagerly aided him, the cool air hitting her heated skin through her linen chemise. Benedict’s hands roamed her body, creating goosebumps all over her skin. “You are so beautiful, my dear. A dream, a vision. A masterpiece”, he breathed, spreading her legs and his palms pushing her chemise up to her hips. “Now let me explore what will be my finest artwork yet” He winked, his head nestled between her thighs, his lips and tongue swiping through her wet core, her arousal making his mind turn fuzzy with pleasure. Moaning into her pussy, lapping every inch of her wetness with feverishness. Bucking her hips, Y/n arched her back off the wood floor, moaning loudly, her fingers tangled into his chestnut hair, gripping the roots gently. Benedict’s hands slid underneath and cupped her ass, kneading the soft flesh. “Benedict, oh!” Benedict pulled her closer, his tongue lazily swiping through her wet folds before sucking on her clit. Her legs shook at the sensation whilst her other hand gripped her breast, cupping it gently. Feeling the heat bloom through her body, her lower abdomen felt aflame as her muscles tightened. “Benedict, I don’t know what’s happening”, she moaned. Benedict moaned, his actions increasing pace as Y/n’s sounds grew louder and more frequent. Her soft cry filled the small space as she came. Benedict did not let one drop of her arousal go to waste. The aftershocks of pleasure made Y/n’s body jolt lightly as Benedict crawled up her body, kissing her lips gently. A soft moan left Y/n’s mouth, her hands sliding down Benedict’s body and down to his pants, trying to remove them.

Benedict chuckled, pulling away. “My dove is very eager, isn’t she?” He teased with a glint in his eyes as he removed his pants Y/n began to remove her chemise, but Benedict stopped her. “Next time, my darling, for now, I just want to feel you. Be one with you. We can see each other fully on our wedding night, that is if you want to marry me, Y/n?” Benedict asked her; hopefully, Y/n beamed with happiness, tears pricking her eyes, nodding quickly. “Yes, Benedict, I would love nothing more” She answered. Benedict smiled, his lips ghosting over hers as he slowly slid inside her, both moaning Y/n’s eyes closed tightly at the intrusion. Benedict kissed her cheek and raked his fingers through her hair. “It will hurt for a few moments, but I do promise it will feel better”, he whispered Y/n nodded as she mumbled, “Please, Benedict”, she pleaded. Benedict listened to her plea and began moving his hips, setting a sensual pace so as not to hurt Y/n too much. Her moans rang through his ears; he tucked his face in her neck, panting heavily. Her tight walls wrapped around his cock Y/n looped her arms underneath Benedict’s armpits and over his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Y/n shivered at the affectionate feeling radiating off Benedict; she knew he had had lovers before; she was not naive to that fact. Benedict didn’t love the other women. Sure, he had held affection, but his heart was reserved for Y/n. His lovers always knew he didn’t feel anything for them, but they were happy to provide a service; they knew his heart wasn’t theirs to keep. And Y/n, well, she couldn’t be with a man unless she wanted her reputation and name disgraced. But not Benedict Bridgerton; he wanted her, he craved her, and he ached for her. Wholeheartedly, like a flower that pleads for water, the way the tree needs oxygen to breathe. His heart beats and belongs to her, as does his soul. “Benedict, my love, I feel-” Y/n breathed a sharp gasp leaving her mouth as she came around Benedict’s cock. Benedict’s thrusts became irregular as he panted, “My dove, where should I finish?” He looked into her eyes Y/n wrapped her leg around his torso, smiling. “Inside, Ben, please”, she begged Benedict, who nodded in response; before reaching his release, he groaned, kissing Y/n passionately, his cum coating her walls, both sighing in pleasure, their heads pressed together. “You’ve made me a very happy man, my darling”, Benedict whispered, his lips brushing Y/n’s, both laughing together. “And you’ve made me a very happy woman, lord bridgerton”, she whispered in reply; a distant rumble of thunder made the lovers peer outside. Benedict smiled, looking down at his fiancee. “Perhaps we should retire to a room; I wouldn’t want to be stuck in a thunderstorm” He grinned.

Arriving at the Bridgerton home, Benedict slowly opened the doors, pulling Y/n inside and closing them gently. He picked her up and carried her up to his bedroom, both giggling quietly and putting a finger to their lips, trying to quiet the other. As Benedict opened his bedroom door, they heard a voice behind them.

“I understand now why you are so late returning home, brother, Y/n; it’s lovely to see you again so soon. By the looks of it, I am assuming there is to be wedding bells soon?” Anthony leant on his door frame, Y/n and Benedict faced Anthony with a grins “Yes brother, no if you don’t mind I plan to enjoy my fiancee a little more in private before I have to share her with you all” Benedict ushered Y/n inside Y/n gasped softly waving to Anthony “Good night Anthony” Benedict clicked his fingers tapping her ass Anthony smirked calling to Benedict before he went into his room.

The second Bridgerton son edged out his head. “Yes?” he said, slightly annoyed. Anthony pointed his finger. “Don’t be too loud,” Benedict gave a cheeky grin, shaking his head.

“I can’t promise anything,” he replied before closing his door.

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Colin: “So, I heard you like bad boys”

Penelope: “Um, not really”

Colin: *sigh of relief* “Oh, thank god”

#bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #netflix #polin #colin x penelope #i saw this and couldn’t not do it #colin is a sweetheart

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Colin’s midnight thoughts:

“Do you think Pen has a pirate kink?”

#bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #netflix #polin #i don’t know why i’m posting this #i’m bored

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Hi could I request an Anthony bridgerton story where he had an argument with his wife (perhaps because he was stressed and found her clingy )so she gives him the silent treatment and acts cold to him until he basically begs for her forgiveness

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anthony bridgerton x wife, fem!reader

summary: you and your husband have an argument after he complains about you being too attached to him for his liking

warnings: p in v, orgasm, cunnilingus, fingering, praise kink, begging, breeding kink (maybe), unprotected sex, nudity

You were attending yet another ball with your husband, the brooding Anthony Bridgerton, and you were talking with Penelope in the corner. Glancing around, you took in the beautifully chosen decor against the lighting. Amidst the line of people, your eyes only focused on Anthony as his chocolate eyes sparkled with the glisten from the chandelier.

You couldn’t help yourself. He looked so gorgeous and so you headed over to him after bidding your goodbyes to Penelope. “Hello, Lady Y/N.”, he smirked at you teasingly. Your cheeks heated up. “Good evening, my Lord.”, you replied. “Gentlemen, this is my lovely wife.”, he introduced you to the group of men he was chatting to.

“Nice to meet you.”, they all said. You grabbed his hand gently and snuggled into his side slightly. “Okay, my love, have you talked to Eloise about her new book that you recommended to her yet?”, he asked in an awkward fashion. You shook your head. “Why don’t you go and find her, hmm?”, he questioned as he pried you off him.

You walked off sulking. Why did he wave you off like that? Fortunately, you were still in earshot and so when he stated: “Sorry, gentleman, she tends to get a bit attached in social situations. She doesn’t like being on her own.”

You quickened your pace as you reached a door that lead outside, you needed some fresh air. You weren’t that clingy, were you? Surely not. Yes, you did cuddle into his shoulder every so often but that was only showing your husband affection. You sighed to yourself as you elegantly glided back into the ballroom.

As you avoided his gaze all night, he had finally had enough and decided that it was time for the both of you to go to your manor. He looked furious in the carriage as did you. Once you had arrived home, you walked hastily in through the entrance. “Darling.”, Anthony called out quietly. You turned around. “Hmm?”, you said bitterly. “What’s wrong?”, he asked cluelessly. You rolled your eyes as you went upstairs to your joint bedroom and took off your corset before pulling the covers over yourself.

Anthony followed shortly after and you turned your back to him. He moved his calloused hands to hold you but you shook his steady grip off of you. He huffed in defeat.

It was finally time for breakfast. You made sure to eat fast to avoid your husband. As you got up from your chair to leave, Anthony needily grabbed your wrist. “Please.”, he said quietly. “Tell me what is wrong.”, he stated as he gazed at you with soft eyes. You glared at him before snatching your wrist back.

You were writing in your diary when you noticed that Anthony was at the doorway. “Please. Dont avoid me. How am I meant to be a better husband if you don’t tell me what I have done wrong?”, he questioned in one breath. You sighed as you finally made eye contact with him. “For a start, don’t call me attached and clingy.”, you said with venom in your tone.

“Dear.”, he gently touched your fingers. “I didn’t mean it like that. I love your attention, I promise. It just makes it hard to focus when I’m trying to make some business trades.”, he stated as he looked at you pleadingly. “And it doesn’t make a man look like a powerful business man when I’m drooling over you.”, he finished. He stared deeply into your eyes before passionately attaching his lips to yours and slipping his tongue in between yours.

You pulled away. “Beg for me.”, you whispered. He slowly got down onto his knees and looked up at you with those sweet brown eyes. “Can I touch you, my Lady?”, he asked as he maintained eye contact. “Yes.”, you simply stated. He worked on undoing your corset. Once you see naked, Anthony robe his tongue across your hard nipples before gently sucking them. He then kissed down from your breasts to your pussy.

He glanced up at you with hungry eyes, asking you for permission. You nodded and he pushed two fingers into your wet core. You sighed quietly. He moved them in and out at a fast pace. You stifled your moans with a pillow. “Darling, let me hear your moans, please.”, he practically begged. He felt himself get hard as he heard your whimpering.

He then added his tongue and expertly moved his to gun across your slick folds. “So good, Tony.”, you moaned. As you reached your climax, Anthony took off his trousers and you greedily took in the length of his cock. Obviously you had seen it before but you were shocked every time you were shocked at the sheer size of it.

He lined himself up with you and you felt the pre-cum drop off his cock. You grinded your hips into the air at the feel of it. “Can I?”, he asked. You nodded and he rocked his cock in and out of you. He moaned at your tightness. “Good girl.”, he sighed contentedly. He moaned as euphoria came over him and you followed him shortly after. “Anthony, you were so good. I need to see you on your knees again soon.”, you said as you rolled on top of him and kissed him.

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LADY BRIDGERTON - Anthony Bridgerton x wife!reader (smut)

Summary: Reader has been married to Anthony Bridgerton for too long, it feels, although it has only been a few years. In that short time, not only has he only touched her naked body once, but he comes home most nights smelling of sweat and another woman’s perfume. Lady Whistledown has caught wind of this, and the gossip sends Lady Bridgerton over the edge. Anthony takes the time to give his wife exactly what she’s asking for.

Warnings: smut; badly written smut lol; infidelity; arguments about infidelity; possibly out of character anthony; I’ve only watched season 1 of Bridgerton; breeding kink; unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it but this is a married couple); female reader/use of she/her pronouns; as always, proofread to the best of my ability

“Do you wish to make a fool of me?” Anthony leaned down to whisper in his young wife’s ear, a firm hand grabbing her elbow as he interrupted her conversation with a young man from Russia, or Hungary. He didn’t pay much mind to the boy so much as the woman who bore his last name, fully aware of the way she had been subtly flirting with many men that night. Taking count of the glasses of bubbles she had — she was nursing her fourth flute, Anthony had decided it was enough.

Don’t make a scene.

Lady Bridgerton felt an intense urge to strike her husband across his cheek, how dare he accuse her of making a fool out of him. All evening she had overheard whispers of Anthony’s name from nasty gossipers. The young Bridgertons had been the central characters in the latest edition of Lady Whistledown. Rumor has it that Lord Bridgerton had continued an affair with a certain singer, without bothering to hide it from his young wife. Even worse? Lady Bridgerton knew, as they all knew, and never seemed to let the truth affect how she presented herself to those around her.

“Would you like me to answer that truthfully, my dear husband?” She turned her gaze towards him, her eyes alight with a burning fury towards the unfaithful man she had devoted her life to. She jerked her arm away from his grip and started to lift the glass to her painted lips. Anthony grabbed the dainty piece of glass and shook his head, “I think you’ve had enough. It’s time for you to go home.”

A bitter laugh escaped her mouth before she could stop it, as a few heads turned to observe the titular couple. “If that is your wish, Mr. Bridgerton.” She turned on her heel and started to make her way out to the cold air, cursing herself for leaving her coat in the carriage. She didn’t even bother to wait for her husband to catch up as she informed the valet they would be leaving.

The carriage ride to the estate wasn’t anything special. She would sit and seethe in silence during the ride, her eyes burning a hole through Anthony’s forehead as he sat across from her. The argument began once the couple was behind the safety of their bedroom door, standing in front of each other with defenses up. “We have been married for two years, Anthony! Two years and the only time you have touched me was on our wedding night. Yet every night you come home, to OUR bed, smelling like some whore’s perfume! I am left to listen to the ton gossip about MY empty bed!” She nearly hissed the words to punctuate her accusations. Anthony had never seen such an outburst from the young woman, she had never spoken to him like that before. She was standing before him, the drinks she had at the ball fueling her anger and simultaneously allowing the anger to sober her head.

“I know that I wasn’t who you wanted to marry, I understand that this was just a beneficial arrangement for you. But I expect that as the woman who now holds your family name, who will one day bear your children, that you could at the very least respect me!” She was angry that he had just stood there and watched her yell, but at the same time, she wouldn’t let him get a word in.

“You cannot expect me to be a dutiful wife and lady if you refuse to grant me at least the tiniest shred of dignity. You, sir, make a fool of yourself, I am merely seeking that same kind of attention you seek from Siena.” Her voice dripped with sickly sweet venom as she spat the woman’s name.

Anthony allowed the woman to speak her mind on his infidelity, finally admitting to himself that he had been unfair to her. He frequently came into their room in the middle of the night when he expected the woman to be asleep. In the beginning of the marriage, he had at least tried to hide the evidence, changing his clothes before he climbed under the blankets next to her. Now, she was accustomed to him laying down beside her without even taking off the shirt that was stained with Siena’s stage makeup and that reeked of her pungent perfume.

“I do not understand, Anthony. I can come to terms with a loveless marriage, but I am so exhausted by knowing you’re giving her that kind of attention, and I have remained loyal to you despite the obvious signs of your affair-“ her rant was abruptly cut short when Anthony floated over to her, his hands gripping her cheeks with fervor as he crashed his lips to hers. Taking only a moment to stand in shock, she pressed her lips back against his, her hand reaching to grip onto the front of his overcoat. Desperately reaching for more, trying to edge him closer to their bed but ultimately allowing him full control over her mind, body and soul. She let out a disappointed whimper when his lips parted from hers, his face inches from her own.

“What is it that you want from me, woman? You wish for me to touch you the way I touch her? Or do you believe my hands to be too stained?” She hated how close his lips were, desperately trying to reach forward as he spoke his mind. She didn’t really care how improper the words sounded as they came from his mouth, because she DID want him to touch her- not just touch, she wanted him to fuck her the way he fucked his mistress.

She took a moment to find her words, not expecting her confrontation to lead to this moment. “Anthony, I am your wife. All I want is for you to- to fuck me the way a husband fucks his wife.”

Understanding that he had a year’s worth of missing passion to make up for, and seeing that deep down he had no other choice than to obey the woman before him, he easily obliged. In this moment, Siena didn’t exist to him. He was purely focused on making sure his duties as a husband were thoroughly taken care of. Tonight, he would go to sleep smelling of his wife’s soft scent, making sure to cover the woman in marks of his affection.

Little time was wasted in getting their clothes off. A mess of hands clashing together to try and undo buttons and layers and loops, the couple grasping at each other as though they were desperate for the other as a life source.

Anthony paused for a moment to admire his lady’s body in the soft candlelight, letting his hands first run over the delectable curve of her hips, trailing up her sides before settling on her supple breasts.

“I’m sorry that I have spent so long torturing you, making you only imagine my hands touching you like this. I promise, my lady, I will do a much better job at attending to whatever it is you wish from me.” Anthony promised as his eyes stayed locked with hers. Her pupils were blown wide, and he realized he didn’t even know what color her irises were meant to be. He told himself he’d be a better husband to her after this, wanting to ensure her place in society as his wife. He’d fuck her full of his seed tonight, and every night after that, to make sure that Lady Whistledown could never accuse him of neglecting his wife’s desires again.

“Please, my lord, please--“ Lady Bridgerton sounded deliciously desperate, and it excited Anthony in a way that he had never experienced in his years-long affairs with Siena. It spurred him to plunge his cock deeper into his wife, his hand pushing her thigh down to her shoulder as he positioned her to angle himself deeper. She would probably think about the pressure against her cervix for the rest of her life, praying to God that she’d be able to experience this side of her husband for the rest of their lives together.

“What is it that you want, Lady Bridgerton? Tell me with words, my love, I want to hear you say it.” In this close position he could make sure she could look into his eyes to see he was genuine in this moment.

She was surprised at his stamina and determination tonight, focused more on her body than chasing his own release. A complete contrast to their wedding night, she felt like he treated the consummation as a chore. This was a much, much better experience. She had lost count of the times he had made her cum tonight, and the ways he had coaxed her orgasms from her.

“Anthony- Christ! Please don’t stop, want you to fuck me full til i’m round with your child-“ her voice was ragged and on the verge of giving out after not holding back a single sound. She didn’t care how pathetic she sounded begging for what seemed like the bare minimum from her husband.

Anthony leaned down to capture her lips in a messy kiss, reaching down to grab her hand that was tangled in the sheets beneath her. He caught any noises that escaped her, the sounds muffled against his own mouth, moving to hold her hand above her head. She clutched at his hand and whimpered his name as his hips stilled after a few sloppy thrusts, thick ropes coating her walls.

Anthony stayed put for a moment so as to not waste a drop, pulling his lips from hers before ghosting them over the hammering pulse in her neck. He gently maneuvered her pliable body into a resting position, slowly pulling himself from her and getting up from the bed.

After he had gently cleaned up the mess he had made of the woman, Anthony peppered soft kisses over her stomach as he made his way up to lay down next to her. She instantly curled into his chest and closed her eyes, taking her time in coming down from the cloud she was on. She could feel his fingers gently combing through her mussed hair, the sensation slowly bringing her back to earth.

“Are you alright, Lady Bridgerton?” Anthony spoke softly to not spook her, his arms locked safely around her keeping her pressed to his body. Her lips quirked into a smile and he took notice of the way her cheek dimpled, his thumb moving to stroke over the small impression.

“I am absolutely content, Lord Bridgerton.” She opened her eyes to look up at her husband’s face. Anthony smiled as he kissed her again, a kiss so tender that nearly brought tears to her eyes.

“I may not be the perfect husband, but I vow to do better by you. I will end things with Siena and tend to the parts of you that I’ve been neglectful of.” Anthony made a promise to her after he had pulled away. His wife reached up to grab his hand in hers, moving it to press a gentle kiss to his knuckles before she spoke.

“You can use all of the sweet words that you want, you’ll still have to prove yourself with actions.” She squeezed his hand gently, “But I think this has been good start.”

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