Safe In My Arms

[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: Nina Ashmore
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i will

ALWAYS PROTECT YOU

Anthony of course enjoyed attending any show that Siena starred in, often among the audience and just watching her with silent praise and admiration. With lust and desire. A combination of all things often leading him to her personal room where they would enjoy the pleasures they found in each other. But what they had started . . . was leading to something more. The frequency in which they met growing. And the distance that the had to maintain, only intensifying the desire.

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But what they had started . . . was leading to something more. The frequency in which they met growing. And the distance that the had to maintain, only intensifying the desire. So by the time he did see her again, he felt overcome with the need for her. And coming here no longer seemed practical for how much he wanted to see her. He wanted to take care of her. Protect her. Look after her. And that was what led to what was in a small little box that remained safe in his pocket. A box that he would give her tonight; one which contained the key to her new apartment.

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So once the show was over, Anthony let some time pass, drifting into the background and finding a quiet place to wait. He was well aware of the need for . . . discretion. Their relations need not be public knowledge nor exposed. Though while he knew that was a risk, the joy of being with her seemed to outweigh all else. Glancing at his watch and deciding adequate time had passed, he made his way on the familiar path towards her dressing room.

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This seemed to be a rather common occurrence so long as Anthony was able to escape for the night. As he approached, the door was closed and he immediately knocked on it, hoping that the wait to see her would not be any further drawn out. After spending the last little while watching her, he longed for nothing more than to touch her.

[Nina Ashmore]

Siena loved singing on stage. She loved everyone watching her. She loved knowing he was watching her. It didn't take her eyes long to find his box and see he was in attendance. She had to fight to keep the smile from her face knowing that she was singing a roman tragedy tonight and smiling was out of the question! Somehow she managed to get through it without a smile. While Siena might never know how she had managed it, she did know that there was a chance he would be at her door tonight. That thrill was enough to make her stay late in hopes that once the ton left the theater, he would find his way to her.

Hearing the knock on her door made her hurry to open it. Once she did, she knew that he was her's for the night. Tomorrow he could go back to being the viscount. Tonight he was her's. Reaching forward with one hand she pulled him into her dressing room, and pushed the door shut with the other. With another hard shove his thighs hit the back of her vanity. There was no need for a greeting. They could say hello later. Right now there was only this. Moving quickly she stepped between his knees and pulled his waist coat toward her, and thus him into her. Her lips bit at his to tell him to open his own lips and kiss her. Her hands moving up his chest to find the buttons of his shirt.

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: Nina Ashmore
Note: Better layout coming soon!

i will

ALWAYS PROTECT YOU

The moment the door opened, she pulled him in and pushed him against her vanity. Anthony's smile was short lived for her lips were soon upon him. He breathed heavily against her lips, his hands moving over her body, skimming up her side to her cheek, as the other eagerly pulled the ties to her dress, though he was even entirely certain he could wait until she was fully undressed.

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They could get to that later. Right now, he needed her. He needed to sate this burning desire for her. The built up passion ready to unleash . . . quenching a burning thirst he had for her. Hungrily kissing her, he moaned in the kiss, turning them and slightly lifting her so that she sat on the surface of her vanity, parting her legs as he stood before them.

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Whatever was on her vanity that may have broke, he paid no attention to. He would replace it later. His lips moved from hers, kissing down whatever skin of her chest was exposed with the fitted dress, before moving them to the side of her neck allowing his tongue to drag along and up her soft skin it until he reached her lips once more with fervent need, and one hand sliding up her dress to caress her bare thigh under it.