Every Breath She Takes Novels & Stories

She smiled. "There you go, sweetie, take a deep breath for me." She breathed with me and I mimicked her intakes. "Good. One more." We breathed. It was several minutes before my breathing was under control, but she didn't seem to notice how there were so many 'one more' deep breaths. She never let go of my hand. She never sounded impatient or obligated.

Her breathing grew ragged. ‘Is this all it takes to undo you?’ I murmured the words against her lips, a hint of teasing in my tone. The heat of my breath mingled with hers as she gasped, and I drew in the air she exhaled, our breaths becoming one. My voice was rough when I spoke again. ‘If you can’t handle even this, how will you cope when I really get started?’

“Oh, come on. I want to talk to my sweet stepson. Is that illegal now?” I keep walking. She calls after me, louder now, her voice syrupy with venom. “You know, you’re almost too pretty to be an alpha,” she purrs, her pitch carrying in the morning breeze. “Honestly, I’ve seen omegas with more bite. Or are you sure you’re not just confused, darling? Maybe someone mixed up your birth record.” I stop mid-step. My fist tightens by my side. But I don’t turn around. I won’t give her that satisfaction.

She gasped, folding her hands as he thrusted again and again. Her orgasm began building as the pump became rougher, and his hand went to her neck. He held her tightly in a chokehold, and she saw stars behind her blindfolded eyes. He didn't let go of her throat, and he didn't stop thrusting the handle into her pussy either. She couldn't breathe, she wasn't breathing at all. She heard about breath-play before, but never in her life has she imagined experiencing it with this crazy man. Her face turned deep red, and tears came out of her eyes cos of breathlessness and limited flow of by... Her whole body stiffened, and the orgasm she let out in that position was...

She's trembling in silence, regulating her breaths by herself with tears streaming down her face. “What happened?” I ask, turning her to face me. Her breathing picks up again, “No, I—we were, she and, we—” she tries to speak, her voice getting more hoarse with each word. She's overstimulated, I've been reading up on panic attacks, and I have noted down a few remedies, but when I look around, I see nothing to help her with. She's already trying to mirror my breathing patterns but her hands remain cold and trembling. “Breathe with me,” I tell her, my gaze wandering.

She’s panting, trying to catch her breath and clutching her chest. “Take it easy, baby girl. Exhale on the way down. Inhale on the way up. Through your nose if you can,” I tell her. I don’t want her to overthink it, but I can see the gears turning inside her head. She’s so eager to please, and I’m happy to be the man on the receiving end of it. More than happy in fact.

she shouted into the gale. Laughter whipped past her ear. *You think you are owed footing?* a voice cried. High and low. Whisper and roar. Every breeze she had ever felt, every storm she had ever called, every breath she had ever taken, rolled into one. “Air,” she gritted, fighting to right herself. *Breath,* the voice replied. *Sky. Whisper. Shout. You have been youngest with Me. You pull Me hardest. You assume I will always be there. Why?*

Only her tears and gasping sounded in the chilly night air. "Breathe." He leaned in and scooped her up into his arms. Her frame was so cold in his arms, "Breathe for me, princess." His arms encircled her back, and he squeezed tightly. He felt her take slower, deeper breaths, and finally, she was breathing normally. He smiled slightly and leaned his head against hers, her warm vanilla scent filling his nose. Something about it calmed his raging soul, calmed the war that constantly waged in his mind daily.

“It’s so hot, and this is an outdoor party. She’s suffering from heatstroke, yet she lies on the ground and continues to pretend. A cold drink will fix her right up!” Suddenly, I felt like I was about to die. My heart pounded violently, and my shoulders started shaking. I gasped for air, but nothing reached my lungs. My throat let out harsh, ragged breaths. The guests saw that something was wrong with me and stepped back in fear. “She… she’s not actually dying, is she?” Ethan’s eyes widened. His whole body trembled as he froze in place.

“It will hurt as much as I want it to hurt, little girl. Now, be a good girl for Daddy and breathe.” Be a good girl. Like magic, those words unlocked something inside of her and she blew out the air she’d held trapped in her lungs with a loud whoosh. With her eyes still locked on his, she drew in another shaky breath, and another, until her muscles loosened and she realized the pain had faded, leaving behind only a strange kind of fullness. “Good girl. I’m going to move now, but I want you to keep breathing for me, baby.” Breathe. She could do that.