Leave Me Breathless Book Novels & Stories

Watching. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. I was naked. Wet. Flushed. Fingers still between my thighs. He stepped forward. And I couldn’t breathe. --- End of Chapter One

My right eye was a fog of gray, and my left side was a furnace of atrophied nerves, but the breath in my son's lungs was now a secured asset. I breached the door, finding Leo huddled on the floor. Kael was awake, his hand hovering over the iron wire I’d used to seal the entrance. “I have the breath, Leo,” I murmured, the words staying stuck in my scoured throat. I snapped the canister into the room’s ventilation vent. The hiss of clean, silver-salt air was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. Leo gasped, his small lungs expanding as the parchment-crush sound in his chest finally went quiet.

The air inside his chest seemed to have been sucked out by him, Sweet Pea was breathing hard, her cheeks were not sure whether because of lack of oxygen or because of being kissed by him, but Sweet Pea couldn't stand it anymore. With both hands pounding on his chest, Brene Brian was clearly still unsatisfied, but fortunately he still had a bit of humanity left, letting her go, Sweet Pea was freed, hastily sniffed to In contrast, Brene Brian was beside her, her breathing was very calm, her face was not red, her heart was not beating fast, her eyes were cold.

Now she stood at the treeline, heart pounding, staring at the faint glow of torches from the great hall. And then she felt it. The pressure in her chest surged, sharp and unbearable, stealing the air from her lungs. Her knees buckled. One hand clawed at her breastbone, as though she could pry away the invisible grip crushing her. She gasped, trembling, her breath coming in shallow, frantic pulls. “Breathe,” she whispered to herself, though every attempt felt like drowning. And then, across the distance — she felt him. A pulse. A tether. Something slamming into her spirit with the force of a storm. The air rushed back into her lungs, cold and sweet, like she’d broken the surface of a deep, da

Levi’s raw, guttural voice tore through the room. Suddenly, a blur of motion tore across the room as he moved at an unnatural, terrifying speed. He slammed into me, wrapping his powerful arms around my body and pulling me tight against his chest. He curled his entire body into a protective covering, tucking my head into the curve of his neck so that not a single piece of me remained exposed. The world exploded into a blinding, deafening roar of orange, and I squeezed my eyes shut and clung to Levi. The sheer pressure of the explosion pushed against us, and I could feel the intense, searing heat of the flames licking at the air inches from my skin.

Breathless. I dragged my thumbs in slow circles over the inside of her wrists—skin so soft it made my mouth water. “You sure?” She yanked one hand free and slapped my chest again lighter, testing, almost teasing. “I said let go.” I let the other wrist drop, but I didn’t give her an inch. I planted both hands on the counter behind her, caging her completely, leaning in until her stiff nipples brushed my shirt with every quick breath. “Make me.” Her chest rose faster. Those hard little peaks kept grazing me. Her eyes flicked to my mouth quick, guilty, starving.

I stood up and gave her one last look. The face I once dreamed about suddenly looked so strange and ugly. "Shirley, "This is the last thing I'm doing for you. "After this, we're even. We don't owe each other anything anymore," I said and walked away. She froze, then started screaming like crazy, "Max! You selfish idiot! You can't go! "You're heartless! You're so ungrateful! I was blind to marry you!" I did not turn back. I stepped out of the detention center.

My words sent a shockwave through Derick and Jasmine, their faces a picture of pure horror. With a sly grin, I hit play on the recorder for all to hear. Jasmine's moans and Derick's breathy gasps were not the only things captured; their treacherous whispers filled the room. "Thanks for swapping the kids, darling. Our little one's destined to rule the roost now! "Lily's boy is your own blood. He's sick, and we're just leaving him to suffer. Doesn't that break your heart?"

JORDAN The door creaks open. Voices spill into the bathroom—louder, closer. My entire body jerks. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move. And I—I can’t breathe. My heart slams against my ribs as the men enter, laughing, dragging the reek of cigarette smoke and sweat with them. I press myself tighter against Alaric’s chest, trying to disappear. I expect him to push me away, maybe toss some smug comment at me, or reveal me just to watch me squirm. But he doesn’t.

"We're strangers now. There's nothing left to say." "I can't let you go," declared Ethan abruptly, grabbing her arm again. "You don't understand. After you left, I had this dream... it felt so real. It was like a past life. "In that life, we got married, but I treated you horribly. You died because of me. I watched you bleed out, and I couldn't do anything. When I woke up, it felt like my chest was being torn apart. That's when I knew—I really love you.