Polin Quotes 💛 🪞🦋

“And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Mayfair, in a quiet drawing room on Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington. And it was glorious.”

“He looked at her, and somehow he didn’t see the woman he’d seen so many times before. She was different. She glowed. She was a siren, a goddess, and he wondered how on earth no one had ever noticed this before.”

“Good God in heaven, he wanted to kiss Penelope Featherington.”

“Where the hell is the food?” he grumbled. She should have been shocked, but somehow his lack of manners amused her. “I’m sure Briarly will be here shortly.” He sprawled into a chair. “I’m hungry.” “Yes,” Penelope said, lips twitching, “I surmised as much.”

“What is it?” “I don’t know how to say this. I—Do you have anything to eat?” Penelope was ready to wring his neck. “For heaven’s sake, Colin!” “Sorry,” he muttered. “I haven’t eaten all day.” “A first, I’m sure,” Penelope said impatiently.

“Do you remember when I asked you if we might take a belated honeymoon trip?” He nodded “Why don’t we use some of my Whistledown money for that?” “𝘐 will pay for the honeymoon trip” “Fine,” she said with a lofty expression. “You may take it out of your quarterly allowance”

Penelope sighed as she settled her head on his shoulder. “Is life supposed to be this wonderful?” “I think so,” he murmured. “I really do.”

“She smiled and sighed, settling back against the pillows. Her fingers idly danced across the skin on the back of his hand, but her eyes were far away, and he doubted she was even aware of her movements.”

“Colin don’t. No recriminations. No regrets. Not tonight.” “I don’t think you changed. At least not very much. But then one day I realized I was seeing something different when I looked at you. Maybe I changed. Maybe I grew up.” “Maybe I grew up, too.”

“We’re delighted to welcome you to the family” He nodded, not terribly warmly but Penelope thought he made a rather nice effort considering how angry he’d been just moments earlier Penelope smiled & squeezed his hand aware that she’s about to embark upon the adventure of her life

Colin grinned. “Do you think she’ll have biscuits?” Penelope rolled her eyes. “I know she’ll have biscuits.” “Good,” he said, taking off at a lope and half dragging her with him. “I do love my family, but I really just go for the food.”

“I love Penelope, of course, but—” “But do you know her?” Colin shot back. “She’s lovely and intelligent and has a fine sense of humor. Who wouldn’t want to marry a woman like that?” Penelope would have melted to the floor if she weren’t already holding on to his hand.

“Speaking of which,” Colin said roughly, snatching the folded paper from her hands, “what the 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 is this?” “I would’ve thought it was obvious. I’m—” “Yes of course you’re bloody Lady Whistledown & you’ve probably been laughing at me for weeks as I insisted it was Eloise”

She felt stretched wide, and yet she loved it. She must be very wicked, a wanton at heart, because all she wanted was to spread her legs wider and wider until she was completely open to him. As far as she was concerned, he could do anything to her, touch her in any way he pleased

“You’re almost ready for me,” he said, his breath coming faster now. “So wet, but so tight.” “Colin, what are you—” He slid another finger inside, effectively ending any chance she had for intelligent speech.

“There’s much more” Penelope didn’t dare ask what. This was already an awful lot more than her mother had mentioned He slid one finger inside her, causing her to gasp again (which caused him to laugh with delight) then began to stroke her slowly “Oh my 𝘎𝘰𝘥,” Penelope moaned

“Colin!” she gasped. He smiled devilishly. “Did you think I wouldn’t touch you like this?” One of his fingers began to dance across her sensitive flesh, causing her to arch off the bed, her hips lifting them both before sagging back down as she shuddered with desire.

Her hands on his bottom relaxed slightly, and she smiled. “I 𝘢𝘮 touching you.” “Move,” he groaned. “Move them.” She let her fingers drift to his thighs, swirling gently as she felt the soft springiness of hair. “Like this?” He nodded jerkily.

“You won’t hear any disagreement from me,” he said softly, kissing the top of her head before he let her go. “Sit down,” he added. “You shouldn’t be on your feet for so long.” “I’m fine,” she assured him, but she sat down, anyway.

“Oh, Colin, I’m so proud of you.” He drew her into his arms, letting his chin rest on top of her head. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” “Yes, you could,” she replied loyally. “Just be quiet and accept the praise.”