I Want To Breathe Your Every Breath 소설 & 이야기

I was completely under Matt’s spell. “You are not making it easier for me when you bite your lip like that,” he leaned and let his lips touch my cheek, close to my lips. “I am not doing anything, M,” I whispered with my eyes closed. I inhaled his scent and enjoyed his breathing on my skin. It was intoxicating, magical. Needed. Wrong. “You are making mad of desire, and you are not even trying?” He said, our lips almost touching. “Feel your breathing, M. I know you want to be mine.”

Want to be one but I can’t… To love you but I can’t… Kiss your heart but I can’t… You want a psycho but I ain’t one… Ripped you apart, you want… Out of this world, you want… Sink into drama… Earn you a lover… But I can’t And then I saw it. And I stopped breathing.

~I want to breathe, I hate this night I want to wake up, I hate this dream I'm trapped inside of myself and I'm dead Don't wanna be lonely Just wanna be yours~ -(BTS) Save Me --- --- --- --- --- "You are home sire." "I am." "And you are late." "Indeed." "And you seem rather flustered." "I do- what?" "Your cheeks sire. You are red as the red moon." "No I'm not.” "Yes you are."

he breathed, “so damn much?” Cheryl shut her eyes. It was all she could do as his mouth moved on hers sweetly… possessively. Emotion poured through her. An unstoppable tide. There was a sound of a throat clearing and an embarrassed little cough. Guiltily, Cheryl pulled free of Nikolas. Two huge books were placed in front of her.

Anthony peeked out from behind her, looking smug. I collapsed onto the floor, finally snapping back to my senses. Looking at my sister's blazing eyes, mine turned red. "Sis, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." I struggled to my feet, enduring the unbearable itch crawling across my skin, and began putting every rubber figurine back where it belonged. In the end, my throat was so swollen I could barely breathe, and my face turned a sickly blue before I collapsed onto the ground again. Yessenia watched me gasp for air while still trying to clean up. She seemed a little taken aback.

"Take it off yourself." Kimberly couldn't stop wondering how someone would claim he doesn't want to hurt you but yet they order you to pull off your clothes. Slowly and steadily, she pulled off her shirt, her shaky hands went to her trouser, zipping it down, she pulled it down and stepped out of it. "Now, clean those tears and get on the bed." He said and kimberly's eyes flew open in shock. "You should get a good sleep." Her heartbeat incredibly lowered back to normal immediately she heard his last words.

"I'm going to die a virgin, at the hands of the hottest guy I know. He let go of me, and I was finally able to breathe again. I coughed, adjusted to being able to breathe again. I have never before been so grateful for the ability to breathe. The air even felt different as it went into my lungs. I almost died,"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I screamed.

“Every inch, every breath, every spark… I could spend a lifetime claiming you and still want more.” “I… I’ve always been yours,” she whispered, arching, nails clutching his shoulders, pulling him into her, pressing closer, needing him. “Every piece. Every heartbeat.” He tilted her slightly, pressing her back against the wall, holding her close, teeth grazing, lips claiming, hands tracing her spine, hips, and thighs. Aria’s wolf roared in delight beneath her skin, fully awake, merging with the fire between them. The heat, the desire, the magic—they became one, wrapping around them like a cocoon.

“Breathe, Sweetheart! You got this, I believe in you” I hide my face into his chest listening to his heart beats. Everyday that goes by I find myself more and more in love with him.

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