Breathless Vs Secrets Novels & Stories

The giantess is still having that effect after all these years, but might as well. I release a breath held too long, the kind of breath that tastes of secrets and sounds like someone listening just around the corner. My boots leave soft, dark prints across the rose-colored carpet runner, each step a whispered confession as wet soles cling to silk threads with the faintest squelch.

Two seconds. One second. I tried to take control of my breathing but couldn't. It was rigorous and pulled and pushed at my chest dangerously. I was practically panting at this point. I wasn't sure why, though. It wasn't like I hadn't seen Death before or felt his ominous existence as it surrounded me. Maybe I was anxious for Deshawn? Probably not. The secrets and lies all lay at the top of my tongue and that was what I was afraid of. 10 pm.

My heart leapt into my throat, but it was only Lena at the door, her expression distracted, almost guilty. “You okay?” she asked softly. I wiped quickly at my face. “Fine. Just… tired.” She studied me for a moment, her eyes lingering on the laptop shoved half under the couch. For one terrifying heartbeat, I thought she knew. Then she gave me a small, sad smile. “We’re all tired. Secrets are eating everyone alive.” Her words hit like a dart. “Yeah,” I whispered. “They are.” After she left, I sank back down, shaking.

Her voice rose slightly. "I do." "Why?" Frustration bled through. "Because if I expose the source, you'll run straight into something you're not ready to confront." Her breath stilled, eyes widening. "And you are?" "Yes." Absolute certainty. "You sound arrogant." But doubt crept into her voice. "I sound prepared." He held her gaze without wavering. Silence again. Heavy. Charged. Electric. "You're still keeping secrets," she said, voice barely above a whisper.

Then he turned away as he loosened the tie tied around his neck. “You have not answered the question, Sterling,” I emphasized in my words. Actually, I didn't want to know about what he had with other women even if I didn't have feelings for him. But I asked the question just to pressure him like he had done to me. “Fine, let's just end this conversation,” he spoke up, looking at me briefly. “It's pointless anyway,” he added quietly, avoiding my gaze. My eyes squinted up at him. Certainly, he has his own secret to keep too. I could tell from his expression and body movement. There was something he didn't want to say either.

Face to face, they looked at each other in small gap. Trembling breaths mingled together as she looked at him with widened eyes. “I told you to keep it a secret that I cried,” Brett whispered. “So, shut your mouth. Or else I…” “Kill me?” Maxine tried to guess. “No,” Brett declined as he cupped her cheeks. “I will kiss you,” he added, and his eyes traced on her lips. ---- -- -- - - - - - - -- -- - - - - - - - - - - - -- - -- - -- - -- - - -- - -- - -

SERENA'S POV The whispers have stopped abruptly, leaving behind a vacuum of sound that feels more threatening than the voices themselves. But the air still trembles with unease, the silence pressing against my skin like invisible fingers searching for weakness. I can feel the weight of it—the kind of oppressive stillness that sinks into your bones and settles there, making you feel like you're the only thing left alive in a world that's suddenly forgotten how to breathe. The quiet has substance, a presence that fills my lungs with each desperate inhale.

Our Secret Hiro My breath fanning her Ayame’s face makes her lips part, bringing my every attention to how full they are. When I take stock of my position, we aren’t on our sides anymore. Ayame is on her back with her legs wrapped around my hips, and even if I haven’t closed the distance, I’m moving to seal our lips with a kiss I never knew I could need like this……….. Letting me feel the curves I’ve somehow missed, notice the delicate changes in her features. The nectar sharp sweetness that’s the source of the added sugar hit to the rest. I really should have seen it. The shift. The restlessness……..

I was breathing too loud and my heart felt as if it was going to leap out of my chest the longer the staring contest went. Belshar smirked, turned around, and then walked away from me. He stopped at a section of the wall that was bare, and then he pushed, and I stared in shock as it opened. It had been so well camouflaged that no one would have been able to tell it was even there, especially with the lightening in the room. He stepped into the secret room and I watched as the door closed. I lay on the bed waiting, trying to get my breathing under control as the realization sunk in that no matter how hard I pulled at the cuff, it wasn't going to come off, and it was either I told Belshar the

She was feeling frenetic and short of breath. He lifted her off and gave her a chance to breathe. She gulped in air and closed her eyes for a second to relish the relief she was feeling at that very moment. She felt like she would pass out at any moment. She felt light headed. But her relief was short-lived, her breath seized in her throat when he inched away from her skin to get a proper look at her beautiful face. His breathing had become ragged, and he appeared to be inebriated, with his eyes half closed. He looked lost and famished. His condition terrified her. His obscene touch was making her sick.