Dazzling Breath Novels & Stories

As I put her down, she rushes toward the crystal-clear water, her laughter echoing. I notice Daisy standing at the water’s edge, watching the sunrise. She looks so heavenly beautiful, her hair fluttering in the morning breeze. I slowly walk over to her with a smile on my face. As I stand behind her, her hair brushes my face, and I inhale its intoxicating scent, losing myself in it. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” I ask in a whispering tone, standing behind her. She nods, her gaze fixed on the breathtaking view. “It’s heavenly beautiful.”

The stranger's embrace offers a sense of security and warmth that penetrates through the cold despair that had gripped her. “Breathe -” In the midst of her dizziness, a faint image flickers before her eyes, accompanied by a gentle voice that resonates in her ear, urging her to breathe. Despite the struggle, she tries to follow the stranger's guidance, her breaths slow and deliberate, gradually steadying her racing heart.

I felt overheated as Daniel and I went over each and every item on the list. The one item that really caught my attention though? Breath play. Asphyxiation, breath control, choking.I think I finally caught Daniel off guard when I told him I wanted to experience it. What was it like to be controlled by another person, maybe, choked a little? I whispered that last bit. But he heard me. I wanted him to take me seriously, so I didn't laugh at the look on his face when I said that. The laughter left me quickly when he leaned in. I felt his breath on my neck and his...nose in my hair?...Did he just sniff me?

His eyes narrowed, and with each step, he advanced towards me, his presence becoming more intimidating and frightening. It was then that I noticed a hint of alcohol on his breath, the scent filling the air. Dylan was clearly drunk, his eyes reflecting the effects of his intoxication. As he leaned in for a kiss, I closed my eyes for a brief moment. But when I opened them again, I saw a smirk on his face, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. His touch barely grazed mine when he called out another name. “Hazel, come inside.” As the words escaped his mouth, a tall, stunning woman entered through the door. She was dressed in a short, vibrant red dress that exuded confidence. The click of her hi

I whisper, my throat raw. He doesn’t. Instead, he tilts his head, watching me. “Why are you hiding it?” “Hiding what?” I bite. “Your scent,” he says. “Your real one.” He breathes in, nostrils flaring just slightly. “It’s faint, but I can smell it. Bergamot… and cold rain.” I freeze. What? No one’s ever said that. Not even me. I’ve never smelled my scent. Never had the chance. I’ve always been covered in synthetics, drowning in suppressants. They never gave me the time to figure it out.

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."

DAISY POV “Diesel…” I gasped when he finally let me breathe, my voice shaky and breathless. He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his free hand pushed my sweater higher, cupping my bare breast and squeezing possessively. His thumb brushed over my nipple, sending sparks straight between my legs. I arched into his touch with a whimper, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. “It’s still fucking morning…” I tried weakly, even as heat flooded my cheeks. “People might hear…”

It is true what they say…there are levels to power. My world slowed as Dahlia’s black curls first peeked through the opening before the rest of her body followed. One of her guards took her hand as he helped her alight. The moment her black heel touched the ground, my ears rang deaf. Dahlia’s vanilla scent mixed with her dark orchid and dangerously sweet perfume corrupted the air so much that it was the only air we were allowed to breathe. Thanks to the fierce winds, her black silk satin off-shoulder dress swayed to the tunes of the air. I took my jolly time eating her look up from her beachy waved styled hair, to her flawless face, down to her thighs, hinting through her high slit.

Amara Cross POV My breaths came in quick, ragged bursts as he closed the gap between us until there was no air left to share. A shiver ran down my spine, and words tumbled from my lips in a stammer: "Mr. Dorian… this… it really tickles!"

*** ~~ZARA~~ *** Dante dropped me right in front of the dressing mirror. His hand slid to the side of my neck as he pulled me closer until our mouths were barely an inch apart, and I felt his breath warm against my lips. His presence was overwhelming in the most dangerous way. “Are you sure you’re ready for what’s about to happen, Zazzz?” he murmured. His voice suddenly became low and dark, the kind of tone that made my body react before my mind could even process his words.