Take My Breath Away Novels & Stories

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 breathe through my mouth, to distract myself from his intoxicating smell. "Your soul is beautiful. I find you irresistible. I cannot fight you. I cannot escape your bounds. I burn for you. " My truth pours into his ears as I place my trembling palm over his rapidly beating heart. He breathes me in, a ragged shaky breath of weakness.

Not trembling like mine. For a fraction of a second, I hesitate. This is the point of no return. Then I place my hand in his. His fingers close around mine. Warm. Firm. Grounding. The contact sends a strange calm through me. He leans slightly closer. From the outside, it probably looks romantic. Intimate. Perfect. But only I hear the quiet murmur meant just for me. “Breathe.” Two syllables. Low. Controlled. My lungs finally obey. I hadn’t realised I’d been holding my breath.

“I lоvе the wау уоu look аt mе here, іt tаkеѕ my breath аwау.” A ѕmіlе touched his lips and his thumb bruѕhеd lіghtlу against mу ѕkіn. “Iz, I lооk аt уоu thаt way аll thе time, you аlwауѕ tаkе my breath аwау.” “I dо?” I аѕkеd surprised.

Why the heck is he now gawking at me like he's questioning my honest opinion? He blinks repeatedly for the first time in what felt like a century, taking his obnoxiously charring but cold gaze away from me and finally letting me breathe. I was actually holding my breath without even being aware of it, or perhaps I should just say that, he had taken my breath away. My!

She inhaled deeply, as if she had suddenly surfaced from the depths of the ocean. She gasps for breath, her hand pressed against her chest as she tries to calm herself down. My gaze lowers as I take in the sight of her damp clothing tightly enveloping the curves of her body. I feel my throat become dry at this momentary glimpse of her beauty, and before I know it my heart is pounding in my chest. The soft fabric catches the light of lamp posts outside, briefly illuminating slight droplets of condensation that cling to its edges.

Anything to stop inhaling him. Because every single breath I took dragged his scent into me, filling my lungs with that maddening amazingness. It was like breathing in strawberries – lush, ripe, impossible not to crave – but with the lethal promise of choking if it went down the wrong pipe. And Goddess, it was going down the wrong pipe.

Rena The scent of aged paper and leather bindings fills my lungs as I stand frozen in awe. My heart flutters against my ribs like a captive bird. I've been in dozens of libraries throughout my life—they've always been my sanctuary, my escape—but nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for this. "Breathe, Rena," Armani whispers, his breath warm against my ear. "You look like you might faint." I realize I've been holding my breath and let it out in a shaky exhale. "It's just... I never imagined..."

I said and another shouts of jubilation filled the air I eye searched for Gracie and meet her sitting with Eva and. Zachery?!! The lights went off and followed by a dim light, I cleared my throat and held the mic ™As my breath mingles with yours, I can breath again™ ™As my breath mingles with yours,I can breath again™ ™The fragrance of your body touches my soul™ ™If you come near, ™ ™How long can I control my sense?™ ™Let them fly if they will, When had the heart walked the straight and narrow? ™Let it wander if it will™

Ayawamat grabs my face in his hands, his multi-coloured eyes staring into mine with worried wrinkles around the edges, yet nothing but love and warmth radiating from within. “Breathe with me. Take in one deep breath,” he instructs, taking a deep breath into his lungs. The tears stream from my eyes as I try to take in a deep breath, only to cough and splutter mid-way, my sobs turning my breathing ragged. “You’re okay, just keep focusing on taking that deep breath. You can do it,” he reassures me, brushing his thumbs in gentle motions against my cheekbones.