Or was it simply his breath filling the house with the odor of printer's ink?

Each shallow breath filled her with the scent of green apples and wet black soil.

The first cool breath of dying day filled his lungs as he climbed.

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched his eyes fill with mist.

He leaned so close that her breath filled his mouth like wine.

A breath filled the chamber, blew on the flames, caused them to grow stronger, burn higher.

His breath came in frozen gasps, and filled the air before him with wispy white clouds.

Her breath filled my mouth, caressed the back of my throat.

The quiet breath of the air conditioner filled the early evening stillness.

Her breath filled the kitchen with the smell of charred meat.