Leave Me Breathless Book Novels & Stories

WARNING: This chapter contains mature sexual content not suitable for young readers. Please proceed with caution. Marimar Oquendo's Point of View My breath hitched, coming in ragged gasps, my heart a frantic bird trapped in my ribcage. Oh my God. What was happening to me? This was terrifying so, so terrifying. “Levi…” I whispered his name, tapping his cheek, hoping for some sign of life. But he remained still, lost to whatever world he'd drifted to.

He is looking at me in a way I can't explain. "That was beautiful, Victoria" He whispered to me. His breath hitting my face. He is standing this close. I blush and whisper back. "Thank you." He takes my hand. "Ready to go?" ●●●

Burning with desire, Benedict moved to claim her, but Tessa resisted. She pressed against his chest, whispering, "There's half an hour left before you leave for the airport. Let's just talk for a bit. Doing too much… It'll tire us out." But he was caught up in the moment, kissing her recklessly. "It won't tire me. I'm perfectly fine." Of course, he was—strong and solid, like an ox. By contrast, Tessa was delicate, soft, and as light as a spring breeze.

If I am weak, it makes my father look weak. I fly above the dense forest enjoying the view of the lush green trees and small streams. I land in a small moonlit clearing, with a thump in the tall grass. I take in a breath of frosty air, slumping to the ground. My muscles relax and all the tension drifts off my body. Even if it is just a moment.

##Chapter 60: Cassidy Book Two: Don't Leave Once we've both spent ourselves, all that can be heard in my darkened room is the sound of our ragged breathing. He lowers his face to the delicate hollow of my neck so that his warm breath can feather across my skin. His heart pounds, racing against mine.

"All the paperwork for leaving the country is done. Tomorrow, I'm taking my mother overseas. I'm never coming back." The moment those words landed, Damian's body went rigid, the tremor so faint it was almost invisible. He lunged forward and clamped his hand around my throat, his grip tightening savagely. "How dare you?" Beneath the rage, there was a note of panic he hadn't even noticed himself. For all these years, he'd grown used to my dependence and obedience. But now I was actually about to break free of his control. The sudden loss of power terrified him.

Breathe! I felt a faint pulse. It was so weak I thought I was imagining it. A tiny throb against my palms. That’s it, I told him, my heart breaking in my chest. Just one. Just one breath. For the people you failed. For me. Just one. I felt a sudden, violent surge of energy. It was like a bolt of lightning traveled up the bond and slammed into my own heart. I let out a real scream this time, my back arching against the stone wall. My lungs flared with air, and for a second, I could taste the metallic tang of his fear.

His hand lifts (slow, deliberate), hovers an inch from my waist. The air crackles. Lightning flashes outside (the storm isn’t done). His fingers brush the fabric of my shirt (barely there, gone so fast I might have imagined it). I don’t move. He doesn’t either. The space between our mouths is one inch. Again. I can taste his breath (coffee, storm, something metallic like blood).

It was like my eyes were starved, and the book was a feast—rich, decadent, indulgent. But then, everything shifted. When the second man entered the scene—his gaze not filled with disgust or shock, but curiosity and hunger—and chose to join the couple in bed, my pulse skyrocketed. I couldn’t read another word. My breath hitched, heart thundering beneath my ribs. I slammed the book shut with trembling fingers, the sound echoing through the quiet room, before placing it abruptly on the table in front of me. My palm pressed against my chest, trying to still the rapid thumping of my heart, trying to anchor myself in reality.

My eyes locked onto a photo of a couple watching the sunset, their silhouettes forming a heart with their hands. "Being with you is like living in a cotton candy cloud," read the caption. Golden sunlight bathed the distant mountain peaks. It was the breathtaking view I'd always dreamed of seeing. I'd begged Jerry to take me there countless times, but he was always "busy". After sending a clapping emoji, I let out a wry smile. My phone buzzed with a notification. Jimmy Norwood from the Warwolf pack had sent over the employment contract. Without even thinking, I clicked the link and signed.