Pursed Lips Breathing

Parting his lips, Jordan placed the burning cigarette on his mouth and stood up from his seat before walking towards his shelves containing all his important documents related business, but soon there a light tug on his arm stopped his actions. It was her, he knew it cause no one other than her had the audacity to enter and exit his cabin without his permission. His wife, Hattiea. Or maybe the woman pretending to be his wife? Jordan's dark eyes landed on the culprit immediately with darkness but as soon as he found her behind him close to him... He got lost for a moment or so... The proximity rose slight tension between them. Raising her fingers up, Hattiea pulled the burning cigarette out from his mouth which was still resting on his lips. Her delicate fingers brushed his chin and lips softly. Following by the smoke, he released his minty breath in slight awe, her breath taking face was so close to his face. They both never came so close to one another actually. Even though it had been quite of time getting married with one another, they minded their boundaries well. As it was not any marriage of love for them but a marriage full of compromises. Hattiea's eyes soon travelled up from his lips back to his eyes, which were still staring at her ditching their shame. "It's dangerous for your health." Hattiea exclaimed hinting his smoking habit, while looking right into his eyes. Her hazel eyes were blank yet they held millions of emotions. "So are you!" Jordan's smoky breath caressed her face. The deepness of his voice solely made Hattiea's heart race million times faster. It was true... she was dangerous for him. Way too dangerous to handle.

PLEASE DON'T READ (Under major editing*) He stepped closer if that was even possible at this point. "I want you, Melanie." He rasped beneath his breath, his gaze falling to mouth. I hated the way I shivered visibly at his words. "So much." He ran his thumb along the inside of my elbow, closing his lips over mine again. One minute we were trying to kiss slowly. The next he was parting my lips and we were back to devouring each other. Our lips stayed locked even as he moved his fingers higher and higher. **** Melanie Steele and Damon Trent were practically the two opposite poles of a magnet. They had almost nothing in common. She liked her solitude, he liked being in the spotlight. She loved living for herself and being comfortable. He was in a constant competition with nobody. She hated attention, he craved it like the oxygen he breathed. They could never work... Or could they? When Damon finds out that he had to be married to get possession of his late father's properties, he let his friends talk him into putting up an ad in the News Paper and making a public spectacle to look for his future wife. What he didn't see coming was Melanie signing up for the competition. Somehow along the way, lines are not just crossed they're being completely erased. He's broken all his rules with her and she's thrown way her sanity when it comes to him. They find themselves battling an attraction that was slowly becoming something more. What happens when Damon's secret gets out? Would Melanie be able to forgive him? Or will their story end before it even has a chance to begin?

"This is not right," he said as he touched the side of her waist. brushing her lips against his, she whispered, " I know," "but I can't help it, professor," She said as her hands brushed against the zipper of his pants. "you are going to take me like a good girl," He said creating a little bit of distance between them. "yes sir,"

Amanda worked as a prostitute in Russia with one of her stepfather's friends. When Sebastian comes into her life as her prince in shining armor, she takes it without hesitation to escape the place. After the awful idea of marriage, they decide to split and go their different directions, but their deniable passion towards each other makes it impossible to keep both their hands and lips away like they initially promised.

"Don't touch me" she whispered her breathing labored. "You want to challenge me but here you are trembling and aroused, the reason you came all forgotten. You. Want. Me". He draws out each of the words darkly. She almost shivered but stopped herself in time. " I will never want you" she retorted with conviction as she held his gaze. He chuckled darkly, leaning towards her. "Too late for that April. You're mine" ***** April doesn't believe in love and no man has ever been able to break the walls that she had built over the years until Enrique Alvaro handsome business tycoon comes into the picture and he makes her feel sparks like the fourth of July. He also has his dark past and is possessive. Will Enrique be able to break down her walls or end up hurting her than she already is. Will they find a happy ending despite so much opposition, some in form of an obsessive stalker...and the other, a revenge seeking psychopath.

Wanting to give my boyfriend, Justin Letterman, a surprise on Valentine's Day, I throw myself at him when he enters the room. I push him against the door and kiss him passionately. It isn't easy to transfer the spiked wine from my mouth into his, but his reaction is cold and indifferent. He says nothing as he pushes me aside to turn on the light. "Don't you want my first time anymore, darling?" I ask bashfully as I grab his hand. His breathing turns heavy in an instant. Smiling, I slip my hand under his shirt, but I'm distracted when I hear the front door creak open. "Babe," Justin coos in a deep and hoarse voice. "Why are you in such a hurry?" my best friend, Natalie Quinn, asks coyly. The wanton noises of kissing and moaning echo into the room. Before I can snap back to my senses, I'm yanked into a closet. Am I the one getting caught, or am I the one doing the catching?

"How did you do it Odette?" he asked again. Her lips parted as her heart pounded against her breast. What—" she gasped, her voice trembling. “What—?” He moved closer until there wasn't room between them. The warmth of his body pressed against hers, the scent of him—fogged in her mind. Then his mouth came down, his lips beside her ear, his breath on her skin searing. "Just how did you end my brother's life, Odette?”he breathed. Eighteen-year-old Odette Davenport was married to Salvatore Moretti, heir to a powerful empire. Five years later, Salvatore is murdered, and as his widow, Odette is the last person to see him alive. Nico Moretti, Salvatore's brother, returns home determined to uncover the truth. But as his investigation unfolds, Odette wrestles with guilt and a forbidden desire ignited by his presence. Every glance hides a secret, and every kiss could be their last. This is a dark, suspenseful tale of love, loyalty, and deception delves deep into the Moretti family's dark underbelly.

Captivating smile 5ft, 6inches tall, a willowy build and gorgeous translucent skin. Janice Sketches was a well-known matchmaker that could solve any problem within seconds. She finds matches to those unable to and was very skilled at it. But, she hadn't found her perfect match. Jules Forrest, also known as the devil for being a ruthless CEO. He only engaged in a nightstand and didn't believe true love existed. However, his principle changed when he met the stunning woman that shared his bed after a night at his brother's wedding. ----- EXCERPT: He knew she was drunk and he didn't want to take advantage of it but he couldn't help how her soft lips were making him feel. The softness of her skin, her sweet cupid-bow shaped lips, and warm kiss were beginning to make his mind muddled. He allowed her to take the lead without initiating anything so as not to overwhelm her. “Please take me, stranger." Her eyes and body begged him.

In a tale woven with both love and obsession, Adele Romero believed she had mended her shattered heart when she delivered a flower to the grand mansion. Little did she realize that her actions had already captured his attention. He was known as the mysterious figure, harboring a dark obsession that consumed him completely. The lingering desires from their shared past and the chance at redemption compelled him to entrap her in his grasp. This time, he was ready to script their story with spilled blood and possessive intent, and she remained oblivious to his true identity. "Have you ever felt the touch of a rose?" he whispered, his silhouette looming before her. "Yes," she replied, her voice quivering with anticipation. "Each petal holds its own unique allure, painted with shades that evoke fascination. And when you press it against your lips, it imparts a magnificent sensation," his voice husky and laden with desire. In that sacred moment, she felt his lips graze her skin. "You, Adele, are like a rose." "And I yearn to crush this rose beneath the weight of my insatiable craving."

A week after getting into a cold war with Alexander Griffin, his friends drag me to a private room. They drink and smoke inside, not caring that I have asthma. My breathing speeds up and it starts to get difficult for me. My hands tremble as I call Alexander and tell him I'm about to die. However, he's with his childhood sweetheart. He doesn't answer my calls. He finally answers when I'm about to pass out, but all he does is berate me. "You're old enough to know not to be so childish, Isabelle. Why would you think of joking around with your life? "Sasha's injured, and I'm tending to her wound—it's my duty as a doctor. Don't tell me you're jealous over that! For the last time, there's nothing between Sasha and me. It's up to you whether you believe it!" Later, I die in that private room. His friends throw my body into the sea to cover up their crimes. One day, Alexander finds my journal. That's when he loses his mind…