Leave Me Breathless Book Novels & Stories

Didn’t breathe. “Do it,” I said again, more desperate this time, the words tumbling from my lips like surrender. Then he leaned in, mouth hovering above mine - so close I could taste the whiskey on his breath. “Beg,” he whispered. My world halted. Time stood still. My body screamed. My pride roared louder. I couldn’t. Wouldn’t. And so I didn’t. He stared at me for one long, brutal second… Then let go. The heat of him vanished like smoke, and I dropped my leg back to the floor, breathless, stunned, aching.

Watching as people began to leave the room, I felt my lungs start to burn. Releasing the breath I hadn't realised I had been holding, I felt my lungs yearn for air. Taking a deep breath, I leaned over the chair in front of me. Beside me Gabriel's sudden growl echoed off the wooden walls, sending chills down my spine.

But in this moment, as I stood outside, a sliver of courage seeping into my veins, I knew that I had the power to reclaim my breath, to inhale the freshness of the world without his toxic influence. Closing my eyes, I took a deliberate inhale, feeling the crispness of the air fill my lungs, as if it were a balm for my wounded soul. It was a stark contrast to the stagnant atmosphere that had permeated my existence within those suffocating walls. Exhaling slowly, I released the remnants of his control, allowing the past to dissipate with each breath. I muttered to myself, "It's been far too long since I breathed fresh air without his presence." My eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for a

“I don’t think I heard that right.” “I love you,” I repeat, keeping my words clear and concise. “I love you so much that it completely overwhelms me. I don’t really understand it, but I know that…” I take a deep breath because my words no longer come out controlled. My voice quakes ever so slightly from the weight of what I’m confessing. “All I know is every time you leave a room, it feels like I can’t breathe. And then the moment you return, the air returns to my lungs, and I’m able to breathe again. You’ve always consumed my mind, but through the course of our time together…you now consume my heart, too.”

Leo was breathing heavily. “When did you get that fast?” he asked. I laughed softly. “Looks like you’ll have to keep up, won’t you?” “Seems like it,” he said, resting his head back. After a few quiet minutes, I rolled over and laid my head on his chest. “I can’t believe it’s really over. Can you?” Leo shook his head. “Not really. But I’m glad it is. It finally feels like we can breathe again. Before, it was like something was constantly tightening around us, like any moment could be our last. This… this is peaceful.”

Her breathing hitched. I moved closer, slowly, giving her every chance to step away. She didn’t. Gently, I reached for the book still clutched in her hands and slid it from her grip, letting it fall onto the bed behind us. My thumb brushed against her trembling fingers, and the connection sparked straight through my chest. “Tell me to leave,” I murmured. She didn’t, Her silence was louder than any answer. So I leaned in. The kiss was slow, not desperate, not aggressive. Just careful, trembling, loaded with everything we hadn’t said.

She had been with me every step of the way and I did not have in it me to tell her that I was leaving, going far away— I suddenly could not breathe. It felt like my lungs had shut down and my chest was tightening. Panic bubbled in my chest and I parted to speak or call out to Belene. She came into my line on her own and she had a smile on her face. I furrowed my eyebrows at her in confusion and tried to tell her that I could not breathe. Belene grinned. “Can’t you breathe? Are you worried?” She spoke sweetly and sat at the edge of my bed. “You should be worried because your breathing pipe is with me.” My eyes widened in shock as she waved a piece of it in my face.

My clothes start to come off, one item at a time hitting the floor until I’m naked. I spin in Devin’s arms, and his lips come sweeping down over mine, kissing me till my toes curl and I’m moaning breathlessly. I whine in protest when he pulls away from the kiss, my lips still searching for his until I open my eyes and look up into his gorgeous face. His lips curl into a devilish smile, and the glint in his eyes tells me he’s up to no good. Then, before my hazy mind could figure it out, I feel a warm, firm torso press up against my back. I gasp, surprised and turn my head to look back. My eyes slowly rake up a muscular chest until they lock with a familiar pair of meltingly soft brown eyes. “

Possesively. I feel out of breath so I lean back from his kiss but he held my lower lip in his teeth and stuck it. Hard. I push him then I lean back from the kiss. His eyes looked at me with so much intensity. I mean intense. This atmosphere in my room is high. Intense. We both are breathing heavenly. I lean my head on his shoulder to catch my breath. He put his head on my head. We both are quiet. Silence.

I curled into a ball, wanting to block him out, to block out everything except for the soft, waning ache in my bare hand, in both of my knees. “I’m not leaving you,” he murmured, and a sob split me in two. I didn’t deserve this, I hadn’t earned this, he had to leave, he had to go, to let me sink further and further into the burning, swirling pit of despair that was all I had left, all I could rely on to stay with me, to not leave, to never leave me – “Breathe,” he whispered, crouching by my side. “In… and out, just like that. Breathe, Callie.”