Every Breath She Takes Novels & Stories

It was even worse that the sex they had has refused to leave her head, always popping up recklessly and without will at times it shouldn't especially when Liam gets closer to her. "Hmmm…" she sighs, taking yet another deep breath as the wind whooshes over her delicate skin bringing a surge of calming sensations along with it. The gentle breeze sweeps across her skin giving her a cooling effect. Her hands were folded as she rubbed them against each other while taking in a deep breath letting the cool air drift into her nostrils. She loves the feeling of it and could give anything at that moment to have the soothing breeze keep caressing her skin.

“Breathe through it. You’re not coming until I say so. Feel how hard you are right now? That’s mine to control. Hold it for me like a good pet.” He nodded quickly, his chest rising and falling fast as he tried to steady his breathing. She waited, her hand still stroking him slowly, just enough to keep him on the edge without pushing him over. Then she leaned in again and wrapped her lips around him once more. This time she sucked harder, taking him deep into her throat in one smooth motion. He let out a guttural groan that filled the quiet space around the bed. She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice low and sexy, carrying across the room like she wanted everyone to hear.

ᴵ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ, ˢᵒ ʳᵉᶠʳᵉˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ ᵇˡᵒʷˢ ᵐʸ ᵉᵇᵒⁿʸ ʰᵃⁱʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒⁿᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ˢᵗᵉᵖ, ˡ'ˡˡ...

She inhales, taking in the feeling of fresh air filling her lungs, and then exhales, attempting to force out every single feeling weighing down on her shoulders. It doesn't work.

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

Loretta clutched her veil tightly, refusing to let anyone near her. "Garrett promised to marry me! No one's going to tear us apart!" Her eyes stayed locked on the doors of the banquet hall, full of desperate hope. I just stood there, waiting for everyone to expose her lies, waiting for her to taste the same pain I had suffered in my last life. The next second, a deep voice roared from outside the door. "Who gave you permission to touch her?"

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five She could do this! Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five She could do this. Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five she could do this... couldn't she? She could do this right? She could actually do something with her life, on her own, without some sort of threat weighing over her head, for no real particular reason at all.

I am more than capable to make her life perfect. I am brought back from my thoughts when I feel her nails slightly claw into my chest. I quickly pay attention to her – her eyes rolls back. I let go of her as if she were on fire. She greedily gasps for air , her own hands fly to her throat as a reaction. I get up off her and lay on my side of the bed. I watch her intently. I observe the way her eyes sparkle with unshed tears….oh wait , they are spilling uncontrollably now , however her eyes still sparkle. Her lips are parted as air passes through as she inhales and exhales – trying to make up for breathes she did not take when I held her.

She breathes in. For the first time — for the first time in forty years — she breathes the city in the way it is meant to be breathed. Not as a study, not as a survival mechanism, not filtered through an anchor point. Just: in. Clean. Hers. Her eyes close. She breathes out. The city receives it. --- Rael finds me at the building.

I'm having trouble breathing. The lock finally clicks open, and I leap out into the murky early morning light. I take deep, long breaths as I tightly wrap my arms around myself and press my eyes shut. What is going on with me right now? Amanda, take it slowly and steadily. You remember how to breathe through it all. Slow and consistent.