Silent Breath Steam Novels & Stories

11-BEING HIM Athena woke up in an unfamiliar room, her senses immediately assaulted by an eerie silence. She lay there quietly, keeping her eyes closed, trying to gather her bearings. The beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed matched her breaths, the only indications of her heartbeat, her existence in this strange place.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

I arch my back. "Shh! Baby." He whispers. He speeds up and I start building up and seconds after I explode on his hands screaming his name. He retreats his fingers and makes no other move, "Why are you stopping?" He has left me a panting sweaty mess, "All in good time baby, sweet dreams." Fuck.

Instead, there was the smooth warmth of bespoke walnut floors, the subtle texture of raw silk drapery, and a silence that Selah had paid millions to secure. Selah stood in the center of her private gym, her breathing deep and regulated as she executed a flawless, slow-motion pull-up on a custom-built calisthenics rack. She held her body entirely rigid, muscles in her back and shoulders shifting smoothly under her chocolate skin. For Selah, physical training wasn't about aesthetics; it was about absolute discipline and control. In a world where billions of data points shifted by the microsecond, mastering her own body weight was the ultimate grounding ritual.

I nodded my head in understanding, "Okay. keep pressure on it. I'm going get something that will calm him down." I rushed up to my room and got the supplies then came back down. I laid everything on the table. I grabbed the herb I was looking for. I quickly grounded and put hot water with it inside a bowl. I placed it in front of Soul's growling face, "Breathe." I asked. He breathed in the steam and he instantly calmed down. His head slowly fell softly down as he was sleeping. The alpha's eyes widened, "What the hell is that stuff?"

Book 2 Steam & Sin Jordan Pov The air in the private Elysium sauna was thick, heavy, and scorching. Steam rolled around me like a living thing as I sat on the top wooden bench, my towel barely draped over my lap. Sweat poured down my muscular chest, abs, and thighs. My heart was already racing, and it wasn’t just from the heat.

A silence lingered in the air, the only sounds came from the sloshing of the water every time I shifted and the soft whimpers escaping my mouth. "Can you talk to me?" I asked. "As a distraction?" He looked taken back, but slowly nodded his head. "Alright," he agreed. "What would you like to hear?" "Tell me your story," I answered quietly, closing my eyes once more and controlling my breathing in an attempt to calm my body down. "I want to learn about my future brother-in-law." The last sentence made a small chuckle leave his mouth along with an eye roll, which made a weak smile form on my face.

The steam works like a facial, and I could use some extra glow before going out. I change into my two-piece bikini and head into the sauna room. Technically, you're supposed to be naked, but this isn't my house and I probably shouldn't be wandering around naked. Once I set the heat level and step inside, though, I unclasp my bikini top and let it fall beside me, letting the steam work its magic. I close my eyes enjoying the steam listening to the soft voice of Lana del Rey I had put on my favorite playlist. I don't hear anyone come in but suddenly I felt eyes on me. opening my eyes and looking up. I'm met with eyes ravenously devouring me.

he told me, “and you’re going to do it without making a sound. Understood?” I nodded, already shaking. He tightened the hand on my throat just enough to make the next orgasm hit harder. I bit down on my own lip and came around him in silence, clenching so tight he groaned. He fucked me through it, never slowing, until I was oversensitive and whimpering under my breath.

The coolness of the floor he was tackled to soothed the burn but not the sting that seared deep into his vein and made his blood feel as if it were boiling in his body. "Silent wind, cold in flight, soothe the mortal in his plight." Ash shuddered and closed his eyes. His body relaxed as invisible hands, hidden in a chilly air, pressed onto his burns, as curative as the finest medical care and as calming as soft music or the sound of gentle rain tickling the window panes. Sleep took over and his breathing settled. A small trickle of salvia ran from his lips as his eyes closed, sinking deep into a dreamless coma.