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Anthony Bridgerton sucks...

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I hope you are thinking pure thoughts, considering we are returning to our family home. I am simply enjoying the view of my ravishing wife and soon-to-be mother of my child.

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BRIDGERTON (2020-)

KATE AND ANTHONY

2.07

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BRIDGERTON (2020-)

KATE AND ANTHONY

2.08

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BRIDGERTON (2020-)

KATE AND ANTHONY

2.03

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why is your tongue out sir

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BRIDGERTON (2020-)

KATE AND ANTHONY

3.01

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bridgerton appreciation week: day one | favorite character / parallel

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Bridgerton | 2.08 'The Viscount Who Loved Me'

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SIMONE ASHLEY interviewed by Bonnie Laufer for The Night Before Christmas in Wonderland

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he thinks she's telling him why he has to stay away. he can hear her, but somehow, the sound of his heart is louder in his ears and nothing else registers, because she keeps talking and he keeps looking at her lips. strangers don't know what your lips taste like.

he does.

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category: legs

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they do not want me to live, i fear.

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kathony + group dances

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Anthony went to work on her glove, tugging gently at each finger until it was loose, then sliding the length of it down her arm and over her hand. The rush of satin was like an endless kiss, raising goose bumps over her entire body.

“Give me your other hand,” he gently ordered.

She did, and he repeated the same exquisite torture, tugging and sliding the satin along her skin. But this time, when he was through, he brought her pinkie finger to his mouth, then drew it between his lips and sucked, swirling his tongue around the tip.

— The Viscount Who Loved Me

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Kate stared up at him. He loomed over her on his hands and knees like some primitive hunter coming in for the final kill. He looked feral, triumphant, and powerfully possessive. His thick chestnut hair fell over his forehead, giving him an oddly boyish air, but his eyes burned and gleamed with a very adult desire.

He wanted her. It was thrilling. He might be a man, and thus able to find his satisfaction with any woman, but right now, in this moment, he wanted her. Kate was sure of it.

And it made her feel like the most beautiful woman alive.

Emboldened by the knowledge of his desire, she reached up and cupped one hand around the back of his head, drawing him down until his lips were just a whisper away from hers. “Kiss me,” she ordered, surprised by the imperiousness of her voice. “Kiss me now.”

He smiled in vague disbelief, but his words, in that last second before their lips met, were, “Anything you wish, Lady Bridgerton. Anything you wish.”