Took My Breath Away Novels & Stories

I found my voice a bit hoarse from the overwhelming admiration. "You're absolutely breathtaking, Butterfly. I've never seen anyone more beautiful." I said, still awestruck. Her laughter filled the room, a melody that resonated with joy and shared excitement. As she came closer, I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around her, the softness of the gown beneath my fingertips contrasting with the warmth of her skin.

My breath caught up in my throat as he looked into my eyes. I froze, unable to move or even talk. Words stuck in my throat like they also fear of him and never wanted to come out again in front of him. He leaned his head to me, his neck so close to my lips, I felt the heat coming off his skin. His breath was warm against my ear. His voice was a ragged snarl, I absorbed the terror and beauty of him and his world. Of every moment over the past few days. All of it filled me up like this is the last breath I'd ever taken.

It was time to gather my scattered thoughts, take a deep breath, and take a leap of faith. I took one last look at Freya, etching her image into my memory, and then I made my move. As I approached her, my heart pounded in my ears, drowning out the world around me. In that moment, I vowed to myself that no matter the outcome, I would treasure the beauty of this experience.

Pure, unbridled power. When it was finally over, I stood on four legs, my breath coming in shallow pants. Everything around me felt… different. My eyes darted across the forest floor, and for the first time, I noticed every detail—the tiny blades of grass, the faint movement of insects scurrying to hide, even the faint shimmer of dew on the leaves. The world wasn’t just sharper; it was alive, pulsating with energy I’d never noticed before.

He patted my back, giving me a reassuring smile. I took a deep breath, straightened my shirt, and tried to calm my racing heart. With each step, my palms got sweatier. Finally, I stood in front of her. "Wow," I managed to say, my voice a little shaky. "You... you look absolutely incredible." My eyes couldn't help but take in her long, red flowery dress. Even though she was so close to her due date, she looked absolutely breathtaking.

The air pressed against my ribs, stealing the breath from my lungs. When I finally found my voice, it was barely a whisper. “Oh my God.”

And then— A smirk. Not his usual arrogant, mocking smirk. Something different. I stopped mid-laugh, feeling the sudden shift in the air, my stomach tightening in a strange mix of curiosity and… anticipation. My eyes widened as I looked at him, and my breath hitched, held in place by the sheer force of the moment. Could it be possible to hold my breath this long? "Adrian..." I breathed, barely above a whisper, the sound escaping like a soft gasp, filled with awe.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away as I flipped the box over, marveling at the craftsmanship. "Wow, it’s really beautiful," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. "I’m loving it. Did you really make it just for me?" My smile widened as I looked up into his eyes. His smile was dazzling, and for a moment, it completely stole my breath away.

I can feel the tension building between us, and every nerve in my body is on edge. And then, just like that, he walks away. I realise that I've been holding my breath, and it comes out in ragged gasps as if I'm breathing through shattered ribs. I pause to compose myself, my heart racing with anticipation and desire, and try to steady my breathing before continuing with my shower.

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.