Every Breath She Takes Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I… I don't know. I… I can't breathe. I feel faint. What's wrong with me? What's… what's happening? I… I can't breathe—” “Shit! Shit! Shit.” I felt the bed dip and she pulled me into a hug, my head against her chest. “Follow my breathing method, okay?” I nodded. “Now, shut your eyes. On the count of three, okay?” I nodded again, my chest tight. “One, two, three. Go.” She drew a deep breath and I struggled to copy her. And when she exhaled, I did also. “You're doing amazing,” she said softly. “Now let's keep going.”

Her hair blows in the wind, and for a moment I forget everything else—the King, the whispers, the destiny looming over her head. She hums softly, an absent-minded tune that somehow reminds me of home. “I like this,” she murmurs. “I can breathe here. Even with… everything.” I nod, understanding the weight behind her words without needing to ask. I slide my arm around her shoulders, careful not to startle her. “Then breathe,” I whisper. “Just for today, breathe.”

“You're safe. Just breathe with me, okay?” She inhales, exaggerated and deep, holding my gaze as she does it. Then she exhales, slow and steady. I try to copy her, but my chest is too tight. The air catches in my throat and panic seizes me again but Talia doesn’t let go. “Again. In through your nose.” I drag in a breath, shaky and uneven. “Good,” she soothes. “Now let it out. Slow, Audrey. Just like that.” My breath stutters as I force the air out.

Her fingers clutch my shirt, and her chest begins to rise and fall in quick, uneven movements. "Okay," I whisper immediately. "Okay, sweetheart. Stay with me." Her head jerks up, and panic flashes across her face. "I can't breathe." "You can." I keep my voice soft. "I know it feels like you can't, but you're getting air. You're safe. I'm right here." She shakes her head hard. "I can't. I can't breathe. Knoxx, I can't—" "I know." I cup her cheek gently, but I don't force her to look at me. "Don't fight it. Don't force a huge breath. Just take a small one. That's all I need from you."

Not the tired blinking from before. This time they shut tightly. Fear grips my chest instantly. “No… no…” I whisper under my breath. I lean down quickly, pressing my fingers against the side of her neck. Her pulse is there, but it’s faint. So faint it sends a cold wave of dread through my entire body. Her breathing becomes irregular, small shallow breaths followed by long pauses that make my heart pound violently in my chest. Looking down at her like this… broken, pale, fighting for every breath… I realize again how strong she truly is.

The way her pupils blew wide until there was almost no green left. “I— that’s not— you can’t just—” “I just did.” “That’s cheating, you know?” “Since when do I play fair?” She opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. Nothing came out. It was just only the sound of her breathing getting faster and faster like she’d just run a marathon. I leaned closer. My nose brushed hers. Her breath was warm. Sweet. Mine. “Still want to make me?” I whispered. She swallowed and I watched her throat move. Up. Down. Slowly. Like she was trying to remember how to be a person.

She was going to vomit. No. She wouldn’t. She inhaled through her nose, exhaled through her mouth, and counted the breaths. Then, slowly, she lifted her chin—eyes burning—

lots of it! Breathless with pain, up she climbed, the sobs coming hard and fast as she neared the steps at the top. A cool breeze wafted past her as she stepped out into the broad walkway, snapping the Blue Valerian flags out of the way and running her hand through her hair

She tries to focus on her breathing, but can only pant. She grips his arms firmly, and he pushes deeper, then suddenly she comes, shuddering violently as he thrusts hard and deep. Her breath catches and he keeps pumping into her, finding his release moments later. She tries not to panic when she can’t catch her breath. Once he’s finished, she quickly taps him on the shoulder, pointing to her throat. Giving him a worried look.

My ear pressed against his chest as he began to croon. At the same time I heard a beautiful melody being hummed. I felt arms wrapped around me from all sides. The most soothing sensation flooded me and I was finally able to take in a breath of air. My mouth opened as I gasped for it. Each large breath I took finally filled my lungs. 'That's it my love, Breathe." She said. "Breathe my sweet love." She said as she stroked my hair and began to hum again. Her hands caressing me everywhere, but not sexually, soothingly, one hand constantly running through my hair while the other gently ran along my face, along my throat and chest then back up.