Take My Breath Away Novels & Stories

Why is he here, where is little man? what's going on. I suddenly felt like a thousand hands were pressing down on my windpipe making it hard to breathe. Breathe Glamour, breathe. I kept chanting in my head till I was able to breathe again. I can't believe my eyes, maybe I'm beginning to see things because I'm traumatized.

I took a few breaths, then climbed the last step, walking out onto the platform. The view from here was breathtaking. Mountainous lands, far-off forests, the seacoast, and a clear blue sky stretched out before me. “Wow! Just wow!” I swooned, gazing out into the breathtakingly enthralling scenery. “Hey, beautiful,” Sebastian’s husky voice broke through my trance, bringing me back to my sole purpose of being up here. “I didn’t know if you would figure out the puzzles, but I wanted to try something different.”

I can't count three breaths because someone is behind me. One. Two. Three. I can't take the fourth breath because he does it for me. He breathes directly over my neck. "Breathe." He hums and I huff sharply. The glass trembling in my grip, the water inside following suit and my hands unable to do anything about it. I'm clenching the object, but it feels like rubber. My brain must be on low power functioning because I do something silly. I turn forward. One. Two. He takes two drags to get his eyes from my face down to my toes. Red PJs.

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..."

CARTER My breath catches in my throat. Caught in her gaze like this, I suddenly cannot move a muscle. Even my lungs have refused to expand to let air in. I stand there, still as a fucking statue and wait for her to say something. To relieve me of this fucking torture so that I can go back to functioning like a normal human being. But she just blinks and turns onto her other side, facing away from me. The breath I’ve been holding leaves my nostrils harshly.

he bellows, his voice echoing ominously above the surface of the water. He hoists me up, breaking the surface and allowing me to gulp in precious air. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with the crisp, refreshing oxygen, and with each breath, I slowly reclaim my composure, feeling the familiar strength surge back within me. "I'm not like most men." I choke out, the cool water cascading around me, soaking my top, leaving a lasting chill across my skin.

He seemed captivated by the way my breasts rose and fell with each breath, a clear sign of my arousal. He took a step forward, his gaze never leaving my body, and my breath caught in my throat. "You're stunning," Axel whispered. "I've been dreaming of this moment." I smiled, a mix of shyness and boldness flashing across my face. "Then don't just stand there. Come and take what you want."

My breath catches, and all my doubts, all my resistance, dissolve in an instant. “Braden,” I breathe, the plea in my voice unmistakable. His blue eyes meet mine, and he gives me a slow, satisfied grin as he steps closer, his hand still trailing down his body, teasing both of us. My body quivers in anticipation, every inch of me aching, and I realize I can’t wait any longer.

I couldn't help but laugh. Blake took a place in front of me and held his arm out for me. "Shall we?" he inquired. Breathe Winter, breathe. I took a deep breath and nodded my head before linking my arm with his. Sparks started shooting up my arm and the hairs on the back of my neck were once again standing at attention. The butterflies were swirling in my stomach and my thighs grew extremely warm.

His gaze is steady. "Just breathe," he whispers. "I'm breathing. I'm fine. I'm okay. I'm fine. I'm completely fine. I'm totally fine. I'm perfectly fine." "You're not. You're holding your breath. You're gripping my arm like I'm going to disappear. You're white as a sheet. You're shaking. You're about to pass out. You're about to run." I exhale. Slowly. Deliberately. I force my shoulders to drop. I force my jaw to unclench. I force my hands to relax. I force my heart to slow.