Dazzling Breath Novels & Stories

My breath hitched, lips parted, but I dared not make a sound. Outside, I heard Dessa’s voice ringing with artificial cheer. “One of our signature drinks is the ‘Wet Pussy’. It’s cheeky but surprisingly classy when done right.” I nearly choked on my own gasp. Was the universe mocking me? Mago smirked, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. He moved with purpose now, every shift stealing a piece of my restraint. I bit down hard on my knuckle, swallowing the moan that clawed its way up my throat.

Daisy said out loud unashamedly. Brett giggled. "I'm glad you like what you see Daisy." He came to her with a strong purr of their lips. She slipped and landed on the bed, and barely caught her breath before Brett came on her. They are rolled across the mattress in a tangle. Everywhere he touched her left trails of lust behind. The scent of Brett's skin felt like an aphrodisiac and intoxicant to Daisy, spurring her desire for him until she felt like she was about to lose her mind.

My breath caught as the dim accent lighting illuminated the exquisite jewelry pieces showcased within. A pair of sparkling teardrop earrings caught my eye, the marquise diamonds looking like miniature suns capturing their inner fire. Perfect, I mused dreamily, to accent the deep vee neckline of my dress. I inched closer, hand automatically reaching up to trace the glass separating me from such beautiful opulence. And that's when the musky, acrid odor of simmering rage and disgust slammed into my senses like a freight train, jolting my nerves into high alert.

My breath caught in my throat. The room was breathtaking, an absolute masterpiece of decor. The high ceilings and large windows, draped with long, elegant curtains, created an exquisite atmosphere. The curtains, tied back with golden cords, allowed streams of warm sunlight to flood the room, casting soft shadows that danced across the walls. Every surface was tastefully decorated in pastel tones, pale pinks, soft blues, creamy whites, that made the space feel serene and inviting.

"Sir, is this clause okay? It looks a little confusing." Alicia pointed at the document. Axel approached her to check and immediately smelled a sweet scent; it was his secretary's perfume. Alicia waited for Axel's response, but since she didn't hear it, she turned to look at him, and there they were, staring into each other's eyes, inches from their mouths. Neither of them lowered their gaze; neither said anything, just stared at each other. It was the first time they had been able to hold each other's gaze. "Come in."

It passed Brody, slowed past Justin, wobbled, and came to a stop. The neck pointed directly at Cassie. A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face. The room held its breath. “Well, well,” she murmured, her voice dripping with honey and venom. “Looks like I’m up first. And I choose…” She let the word hang, her eyes never leaving Dylan’s. “…Dare.”

Dazzle stood right in front of her, eyebrows raised, an amused smirk playing at her lips. "Hey, what are you doing?" Callie said, trying to sound normal. "What am I doing? Girl, I've been calling your name for like two minutes." Dazzle crossed her arms, her smirk growing wider. "What on earth are you thinking about? You were totally zoned out." Callie's face immediately went hot. "Uhh, nothing. Just... the oils. Making sure I don't mess them up." "That's not nothing," Dazzle said, her tone sing-song and teasing. "That face you were making? That hand on your lips?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "That was definitely something. Or someone."

The respect isn’t demanded—it’s offered freely. Darian leans closer, voice soft but meant only for me. “Breathe.” I do. Slowly. And I step into the hall beside him. Daisy appears first, pushing through the crowd with all the elegance of an enthusiastic puppy. Adrian trails behind her, trying and failing to mask how smitten he is, though he straightens instantly when Darian’s eyes flick toward him. “You two look incredible,” Daisy gushes, her hands flying up in excitement. “Everyone’s staring at Iris, by the way. I mean—obviously.”

Assuming Moza had finally surrendered, Dastan’s tongue surged forward, claiming her mouth with practiced skill. He entangled her senses, dominating her breath as if he intended to consume every ounce of oxygen from her lungs. Moza’s breath came in ragged, shallow gasps, like a fish gasping for air on dry land. The suffocating sensation stemmed not only from Dastan’s bruising kiss but also from the thick, oppressive darkness enveloping them. The small room had become a black hole, swallowing her strength and her will.