Dazzling Breath Novels & Stories

My skin tightens hard enough that my breath catches. Thank you for freeing them, little Queen. Oud. Black saffron. Old incense that clings long after the fire’s gone cold. Now they belong to me. Three hundred people who were breathing their own air one heartbeat ago stop breathing at once. Then their heads turn toward me. Among them is the boy I freed first. His hands are still at his throat. His eyes are cobalt. All of them watching.

I was cut off in the middle when I noticed aunty Suzie looking behind me through my shoulder with dilated eyes. I slowly turned behind and suddenly I started feeling the lack of oxygen .I was unable to breathe properly .It was like my breathe got hitched . "Drake ......" Aunty suzie started saying something but my mind wasn't in the state of processing any of her words. I was busy admiring the breathtaking beauty descending the stairs in her red gown with her hair left down with lose curls with a flower wreath on her head and minimal makeup on her face .Can anyone be so beautiful? Can anyone be so mesmerizing that you even forget how to breath? My mind kept questioning.

Sincerity in voice tells me it all true. I smile at him. "I like you too Christian, so much." He leans in to kiss me but realization hits me and I gasp. "What's wrong!?" He asks with a very worried voice. "Morning breath," I mumble placing a hand on my mouth. "Isn't it too late now to remember that?" "Better late than never." I shrug making my run to the bathroom and giving Christian a flying kiss. Then hearing him mumble something like 'she is gonna be the death of me.'

My hands landed on the arms holding me as I still struggled to breathe or to stop crying. “ Breathe, Darling. ” He whispered in my ear, his lips grazing my earlobe gently. “ I ca—can’t. ” I sobbed, closing my eyes. “ Take a deep breath. ” He ran his nose down the shell of my ear, making me lose focus on the rhythm of my breath. “ Open your mouth. ” I did as he demanded. “ Now suck in. ” He breathed, kissing the spot behind my ear. I sucked in a sharp breath as my tight lungs loosened to let the air pass.

Loud moans and heavy breaths blow off me while enjoying every second Davide is guzzling me. “Yes… ahhh… yes… that’s it.”

DAMON POV As soon as the clock turns midnight, an eerie silence fills the field, everyone waiting with bated breath, a tangible power radiating from Elle. Saturating so much of the air around us, it can be tasted on the tip of the tongue; spicy and invigorating.

“I see, so you have been craving my body for so long.” Daisie froze, and her face instantly turned red with embarrassment. Slowly, she turned her head around to meet his gaze. Nollace was so close to her right now that she could feel his breath on her skin. His pupils were light in color, but she felt like they were whirlpools sucking her in. “I… I was just speaking nonsense.” Nollace lifted her chin with his finger and said, “Well, you can do that to me if you want.”

I could hear my own heavy breathing, echoing in the room, mingling with the rhythm of our hearts. Nate, with his mischievous smirk, watched the scene unfold before him. His face glistened with a hint of moisture, adding a touch of vulnerability to his captivating charm. His hair, tousled and soft, framed his features like an enchanting halo, further intensifying the allure that radiated from him. At that moment, everything about him seemed irresistible.

My favorite flowers. My breath stuck and my tongue felt swollen and thick. I felt hot and sweaty and I was sure she could hear my heart doing strange gymnastics inside me. "Take a deep breath and act cool, you idiot.” Shade, my snarky dragon, said with a frown. We were as opposite as day and night. "How do I breathe?” I almost forgot how I had been breathing for seventeen long years. One look at her and I was floored. She was wearing a dress that almost matched her eyes. Her long black, silky hair fell to her shoulders like mystical waterfalls.

A kiss from lovers. Everything in him screams at sin, but the most daring in our kiss is the way he tilts his head, slipping his warm and moist breath on my cheek, and penetrating me with his tongue. The deliciously wet touch challenges my self-control, sipping and looking for the answer in my nervous endings. His breath is blown for me in nuances of red wine and raspberries, a fusion too intoxicating not to be shared.