Take My Breath Away Novels & Stories

And then, before I could speak, before I could even breathe, a voice cut through the air like a blade. “Take. It. Off.”

Like they always were. My heartbeat spiked and my breaths grew uneven. He stood— watching. And I suddenly forgot how to breathe. He looked... breathtaking.

"…breаthtаking." I cаn't hеlр but fееl thе smаll smilе thаt tugs аt my liрs, though I fееl my chеeks flush. "Thаnks," I sаy sоftly but cleаrly. "Yоu don't look sо bаd yоurselves."

I will not be fine. “Shh. You’ve just got to breathe.” “But I can’t.” I only now realize that my breath’s caught in my throat. And I cannot seem to let it pass. I’m not in control of it. “Breathe, Heidi.” “I― I…” I can’t breathe! “I am commanding you.” I feel a sudden warmth inside me. It’s as if someone blew air into my lungs to release my breath, which elicits a satisfying sensation. The panging in my head doesn’t disappear, but it’s bearable. Maybe it’s because the noises outside have become tiny echoes to my hearing, or because Zavere is smiling at me, while I’m staring into his dark eyes; watching the light glisten in them.

Each intake of air was distinct and exaggerated to help Aryana focus. "Hey, mio tesoro," I murmured, getting Aryana's attention again. "I need you to do me a favor. Can you follow my breathing, okay?" I asked with my tone low and soothing to Aryana's ears, like a lullaby. "You're doing so well, il mio bel tesoro. I'm here. It is okay."

I gasped and I was amazed for the second time, it was the kind of things that would take your breath away every time you looked at it. “This is exactly how I feel when I look at you, mind blown each and everytime." He whispered in my ear. I didn't realize how close he was to me until he spoke, his breath was warm on my neck and it tickled a sensation that didn't stop until it ran down spine and ended at my tailbone.

I had taken extra care of my skin since becoming the queen of Adivaine; they had better be nothing scaly, or hideous, on it. "No. It's just…I'm trying to figure out the reason why I find you so mesmerizingly beautiful right now." The force of his velvety soft and surprisingly simple words for some mysterious cause seemed to knock the wind out of my lungs. I sat still for a moment, trying to remember how to breathe. Was it through the eyes or through my feet again? It took a few seconds before I managed to take in a sharp, shuddering breath. It's not like it's been so long since I got some action, right?

My skin tightens hard enough that my breath catches. Thank you for freeing them, little Queen. Oud. Black saffron. Old incense that clings long after the fire’s gone cold. Now they belong to me. Three hundred people who were breathing their own air one heartbeat ago stop breathing at once. Then their heads turn toward me. Among them is the boy I freed first. His hands are still at his throat. His eyes are cobalt. All of them watching.

The moment the words left my mouth, a spark of surprise lit up in Jim's eyes. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as if he had finally made it through the storm and seen the sun again. "Alright, deal. Don't you dare back out." He didn't ask a single question. As we brushed past each other, he leaned in close and murmured, "Be good and wait for me." Then he left in a hurry, excitement practically radiating from his back as he disappeared out the door.

Every breath you take and every move you make Every bond you break, every step you take, I'll be watching you Every single day and every word you say Every game you play, every night you stay, I'll be watching you The lyrics, familiar and chilling, wrapped around me like a silken web. It was "Every Breath You Take" by The Police, one of my favorite songs, a song of obsession and possessiveness, and he was singing it, to me.