Wanderlust (Bridgerton short story) || Anthony Bridgerton

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"Lower... Please..." Siena Rosso pleaded.

Anthony's right eyebrow raised and when he saw that his flavor of the week was in a pleasured state, both of her eyes were closed while her hands were trying to rip the sheets, his lips crawled from biting her stomach down to her drenched core.

"Whoah-" She gasped at the sensation of his lips exploring the flesh she'd been offering to him. "Anthony..."

She was going to rake her soft fingers across his ruffled hair but he was faster to catch both of her hands to prevent her from touching him, those clasped hands found themselves resting on her stomach while she was so endowed from receiving pleasure rather than to complain about not being given the freedom to touch the man.

"Are you sure about this?" He whispered when he hovered on top of her, his large hands were jailing her own ones at the sides of her head.

"Yes..." She whispered in a seductive tune she knew he was fond of hearing. "Yes... Oh-"

The moment she had given her most recent consent, Anthony didn't waste any second to explore all of her by thrusting his hips further until she gaped her mouth. A growing smile of victory crept to his lips, not giving any mercy to a woman who was obviously being drowned with lust and desire.

He was so very particular to give what the other party was demanding but he was being careful either to make himself clear that everything was just about the exchange of earthly pleasure and nothing more. The way his hips were moving and thrusting would be a good opportunity for Siena to grab on to his shoulders or create a map of red traces across his broad back but they both knew that it was impossible.

She moaned so loud that he needed to cover her mouth with his palm when she shuddered in euphoric bliss, her entire body was shaken due to the hard release she begged to happen. His groan became a signal either that he was equally aroused at the shared moment, the darkness of the night reminded him that no matter how tired he was because of the events the entire day, he should not see himself staying overnight in the bed of someone he doesn't feel any affection at all.

For him, everything was just a game.

Love was not something he got in mind for himself better yet, no woman could just simply fill his head with romance and serious relationships. For now, he enjoyed being the star of the night, a long list of women was giving him attention despite of knowing the limits of what he could only give.

Lust and not love.

But then, in Siena Rosso's case, it was being more than a flavor of the week. She became the constant whenever the man felt like spending the night in excitement rather than in boredom and only a few knew about the set-up. Out there, everyone knew that Anthony Bridgerton is an uncommitted man and the women knew the risks when the gentleman agreed for a series of dates and flings.

"You're not going to stay?" Siena asked despite of knowing the answer. She remained under the sheets, covering herself with the cloth when she moved closer to him who was sitting on the edge, cuffing the ends of his sleeves to perfection.

"You know the answer to that, Siena."

"Only for tonight?"

He sighed deeply and stood up to collect the rest of his clothes rather than answering an honest and hopeful question. The woman watched his every move until he muttered a farewell, leaving the woman alone in her room.

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The following weeks became a blessing to Julienne Basset. In contrast to what she could see or read on movies and novels, the Academy was being a safe haven for her either. It was kind of expected that there would be annoying people who do not have anything to do in their lives but to mess with other people especially to the less privileged individuals.