Breathless Vs Secrets Novels & Stories

"It's okay. It's okay. I'm sorry." I held his hand, gripping it's tightly, and sobbed quietly as he stroke my hair. "I'll let you go see them after you tell me what's wrong," he said, his voice softening, but I kept mute. I couldn't tell him. If I did, I'd be sealing my own fate and probably his too. "Selene," he pressed, "if you don't talk to me, how will I know what's wrong?" I stayed silent, stubbornly clinging to the secret that threatened to consume me.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

He was waiting for my relationship with Damon to crash and burn. "I really don't have a choice, but it’s going to be awkward from now on, and she won’t even understand why." I smiled, shaking my head. "Well, it will be a secret. Everyone has secrets." "Trust me, I know everyone has secrets." He stared at me. There was an underlying message.

It was not up to a page,the summary was simpl and short: Brian and Catherine were dated to love but Catherine ends up in a contract marriage to a nobleman.......... Catherine didn't get to hear the confession of his love and Brian seeks revenge on the already married Catharine.......... Brian who loses his real love Catherine, dies a lonely death. Chapter 24✔️

Her uncle advised and she gave them a scorching look before complying. Aria was starting to feel light-headed, she didn’t even notice that she wasn’t breathing till she tried to take a step and stumbled. Her knee came in contact with the metal bench, causing it to erupt in pain. “Are you okay?” Hazel questioned, grabbing her by the arm and easing her onto the seat. “Can I get you something?” Aria shook her head. Still feeling buzzed, she placed her head between her knees. “Breathe Ari, just breathe.” Aycin coached, kneeling before her. “Listen to my voice and breathe.” She followed his instructions and felt her head stop spinning slightly.

The forest was hushed, the morning mist curling between the trees in pale ribbons, hiding secrets and whispering unseen possibilities. Each breath of air was cool yet heavy, carrying a strange charge that prickled against skin and instinct alike. Kael and Elara walked side by side, their steps silent but purposeful, the bond thrumming between them in violent, steady pulses. It wasn’t just connection—it was fire beneath the skin, a living current that reminded them, with every heartbeat and every glance, that they faced whatever came next as one. Breathless. Unbreakable. Unstoppable.

No. This could not happen. I felt him pressing against me, and I grew desperate. However, my thin clothes did nothing to block Leonard's body. Instead, he let out a low, deep groan. "God… That feels good." His deep voice made me burn with shame. When he saw that I did not dare to fight back, Leonard grew bolder. His strong frame pressed tightly against my back. Then, he reached his hand around. My waist went cold, and I squeezed my legs together on instinct almost instantly.

His breathing changes. It's subtle. Controlled. The specific small shift of a man who's registered something and is trying not to show it, almost succeeding. The "almost" is in a single breath that's not quite the working breath, not quite the steady rhythm from before. One breath with a different quality, a depth that wasn't there a moment ago. He doesn't look up. I don't look up.

I tried again, but the word came out weak, almost breathless. His mouth found my collarbone, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin gently at first, then harder. He moved lower, his warm breath teasing my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my hard nipples in slow, teasing circles that sent sparks of pleasure straight to my core. I whimpered softly, my back arching instinctively toward him. “Oh god…” “That’s it,” he murmured against my skin, his voice vibrating through me. “Let me hear you, Sienna. Don’t hold back.”

This house was a throat full of heartbeats. Safe. Alive. For now. They stepped onto the porch. Dawn air brushed Baylee’s face — crisp and damp, pine-scented. Birds had started up already, little flits of song, scattered and bright. Heather stretched, joints popping. “Okay,” she said. “Confess.” Baylee blinked. “Confess what?” “The thing you’re not telling me.” Baylee groaned, scrubbing a hand over her face. “Do you have a built-in alarm for secrets now?”