Take My Breath Away Novels & Stories

My blush might attract a sarcastic comment from him. The feel of his warm breath on t back of my next takes me off the ground and into the clouds. I fall asleep soundly listening to his breaths.

When she had first set eyes on Nikolas, and he on her. That wonderful, unforgettable evening when he’d turned her life upside down and swept her off her feet. Her eyes shadowed suddenly. Just as… Madame Butterfly had been swept off her feet… ‘But I’m no poor, deluded Madame Butterfly! Yes, I’ve been swept off my feet by Nikolas… but where was the harm in that? Yes, it was like a fantasy come true, but what could possibly be wrong about being swept off her feet by a man as gorgeous and as wonderful as he? How could I resist the heavenly way he makes me feel when he makes love to me? The emotions and sensations that I haven’t even known it was possible to have that Nikolas brings to life every

He is looking at me in a way I can't explain. "That was beautiful, Victoria" He whispered to me. His breath hitting my face. He is standing this close. I blush and whisper back. "Thank you." He takes my hand. "Ready to go?" ●●●

Carly nearly fainted when she heard what Tae Hee had to say , at first she was shocked and then she slowly transited to anger " Why ?! , Why?! , Why?! " she screamed " Why does she get to have him but I don't , What does she have that I don't ?!" She began to fling things across the room , destroying vases , breaking the mirror and scattering everything in sight as her parents and the maids banged on her door

“Take my hand and show me what you like to do with yourself,” I can hear my breathing. Loud and rough. Like I’ve just gone for a jog. But I can’t stop now…

I can't explain what I'm feeling Especially because he's the only one I can see and hear, His very relaxing voice is the only thing I hear Even if the women scream He was still looking at me and he almost stopped playing the guitar just to look at me My heart is beating fast and I feel like I can't breathe "Catch me, I'm falling for you" _______________ Aykafaye❤️❤️ ******* Vote Follow Comment

Bedroom eyes Muscular thighs Smooth lips Kisses like sips Remy, with you my heart flew Fuckin' missed you too Don't judge…sips rhymed. The smile threatens to break my face apart. Happiness like I haven't felt, since I'm not sure when, maybe ever, gives me a light feeling. The tightness in my shoulders that's pressed down for so long isn't there as I take a breath. The most cleansing, easiest, and deepest breath I can remember ever taking. * * * "You wanted to see me?"

He needed to confirm it first before he decided to let his guard down. "What's wrong with you?" "My head hurts." Krystal stammered. Lorenzo rubbed his face angrily, then he decided to carry Krystal out of the car. Krystal who was a little surprised at first and wanted to push Lorenzo's body away from her decided to cancel it because right now she really needed him to take her out of the cramped car so that she could breathe fresh air outside. But Lorenzo's strong scent only made the dizziness worse until she felt nauseous.

Caught in a timeless watery world where stress gives me a little respite. It’s only a couple of minutes of true freedom and solitude before I push myself up to take a much-needed breath, gasping dramatically because I pushed myself to the utter brink of not being able to breathe like I always did. Lungs burning with the effort. I swipe the water, diluted makeup and bubbles off my face with my hands, sliding it back over my head to smooth my drenched hair flat. Inhaling and gasping the oxygen I was depriving myself. Sitting up, pulling my knees up to steady myself and revelling in the after-effects of my self-levelling therapy technique. Feeling calmer and refreshed somehow.

I can barely breathe, panting and gasping hard, choking on my tears in my furious rigidity as I strain my limbs to keep him at bay “Please stop, look at me…. We’re not back in Illinois. Sophie, were in Manhattan, you’re in my apartment, baby. You’re safe…. Breathe, slow and steady, breathe with me; listen to me. Focus on my voice and breathe…” His soothing tone comes through the panic once more, connecting to me on some level and I lose all resolve. Fight in me dying as fatigue overtakes me and I realize I am held tight in his arms. His muscles, his strength as he holds me taut, so my body is immobile. Gasping and shoving with all my might and strangling myself with the inability to catch my