Netflix Breathless Novels & Stories

Then in the next flash of time, I was captured and unable to breathe! It happened so fast. He came out of nowhere, sneaking up on me from the shadows. His menacing scowl invited tears to spring to my eyes. The stink of him—sweat and cologne and smoke—nauseated me as I strained not to pass out. "Where is that fucker, Sergei Marcelli? What room is he in, bitch?" He didn't wait, ramping up the terror by lifting a gun and pressing the end of the barrel to my temple.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Elara The mansion was quiet, but it didn’t feel peaceful. It was the kind of silence that sat heavy in the air, thick with tension, like something was waiting to go wrong. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the suitcase I still hadn’t unpacked. Exhaustion pressed against my skull, but sleep wasn’t an option—not yet. This was only my first night here, and Xander Blackborne had already made one thing clear. He was going to make my life hell.

Tinanggal niya ang unang dalawang butones ng blouse ni Amara, sapat para makita ang lace na bra na bumabalot sa kanya. Napakagat-labi si Amara, ramdam ang init ng labi ni Raiden sa balat niya. “Raiden… baka…” “Baka ano?” hinamon siya nito, hindi tumigil sa paglalaro sa sensitibong bahagi ng katawan niya.

I wasn’t breathing anymore. My lips had gone cold, pale, the color drained from me until I looked like a porcelain doll someone had left behind. Nina asked the doctors to keep my body in the morgue. Following the voice message I’d left her, she didn’t make many arrangements—she just quietly walked away. The cold swallowed me whole. Darkness closed in. Yet somehow, I could still see. Still hear. Across the city, thunder cracked open the night. Susan whimpered into his chest, her body trembling prettily.

I try to wriggle out of his hold. “Let me go.” He doesn’t even move. His eyes scan my face. “Trying to calm yourself?” he says quietly. “You do have a very responsive and sensitive body. I like that.” Heat floods my cheeks. Can he see through me? Does he notice every shift in my breathing? He finally releases me. The absence of his body feels abrupt. Cold. I suddenly want to pull him back. I'm going mad. I'm supposed to resent this man. Or am I?

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

Jeke's breath hitches, his heart racing as he rushes to your side. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. Nicolas's intense gaze turns almost feral, his breathing heavy as he fights the urge to pull you into his arms. Henri's jaw clenches, a low growl escaping his throat as jealousy and possessiveness consume him. Levi looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, his face flushed a deep pink as he tries to process the sudden shift in atmosphere. The room is filled with a tense silence, broken only by the sound of heavy breathing and the distant hum of the movie still playing in the background.

Not tradition, not law, not even the Luna herself. They were bound. Breathless. Unstoppable. ---

He’d never tell anyone, Bodach knew that Puca wouldn’t be able to admit that he secretly loved giving up control. Leaning forward, he swiped the remote control from the coffee table. The plastic smooth and strange in his hands as he pressed the soft button. Watching the television flare to life, Lola had already shown him and the others how to navigate onto what she called the Netflix. He scrolled through the movies, looking at the pictures. Finally, coming across one that looked interesting. The dark cover featured a man with a hat and blood on the screen. Bodach pressed play and leaned back as the opening credits started.