Kny Oc Breathing Styles Novels & Stories

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POV: Luna "We start with breathing," Ryder says. I blink. "Breathing?" "Everything starts with breath. Your wolf instincts, your ability to sense danger, your control over panic. All of it connects to how you breathe." He demonstrates. A slow, deep inhale through his nose, hold for three counts, then exhale through his mouth. "Your turn." I copy him, feeling slightly ridiculous. "Good. Now keep doing that while I circle you. Don't watch me with your eyes. Sense where I am. Feel my presence."

She couldn't, her own breath a series of short, useless gasps. "Okay," he said, his voice unshaken. "New plan. We count. Breathe in with me. One... two... three... four." He breathed in deeply, demonstrating. "Hold. One... two... three. Now out. One... two... three... four... five."

His eyes were locked on my chest, where my hard nipples poked clearly through the red fabric. “Lie down on the lounge chair,” he instructed. “On your back. We’ll work on breathing and relaxation techniques.” My legs felt weak as I obeyed, stretching out on the cushioned chair. Ryan knelt beside me, one knee on the chair, his body towering over mine. Droplets of water fell from his hair onto my stomach. “Close your eyes. Focus on my voice.” His hand returned to my stomach, rubbing slow circles. “Breathe in… hold… breathe out.”

Respecting the distance, or maybe just wary of the blast radius. "Breathe with me. In through your nose. Four counts. One. Two. Three. Four." I try. Fail. My chest is a tight knot that won't expand. "Again. Follow my voice. In—two—three—four. Hold—two—three—four. Out—two—three—four." I lock onto his voice. It’s steady. Clinical. I follow his rhythm. His control. Slowly, the room stops spinning. Air reaches the bottom of my lungs.

He clenched his hands into hard, white knuckled, fists. I was naked in record time. Only the bandage over my incision remained. He circled my throat with his fingers again, started walking me backward to the bed. When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, he pushed against my chest. The breath whooshed out of me as I fell back. He got to his knees between my legs, shoved them apart. "Start breathing, Cricket." He bit my inner thigh just over my right knee. I sucked in a noisy breath. I started counting. One, two, three, four, five. Hold it. Hold it. Hold it. Exhale, two, three, four, five.

Her words were soaked in panic. “I see.” Jared knelt all the way now, his knees touching the ground. “You’ve been crying for a long time, huh?” She nodded, sniffing hard. “Okay, let’s take a breath together,” he said. “Can you do that with me?” She stared at him, confused. “Like this,” he said and exaggerated a slow, deep inhale, then let it out slowly. “In… and out.” Keira mimicked him, clumsy at first but followed. One breath. Then another.

I breathed deeply several more times, and on each exhale the pleasure leapt forward. “Good,” Oyin murmured, rubbing at my clit with something other than his lips. His fingers sustained a steady, stroking rhythm in my wet passage. “That’s perfect. Breathe one more time.” I breathed in and felt all the carnal tension at its breaking point. I breathed out and the tension finally broke. It wasn’t a screaming, earth-shattering orgasm from a romance novel. I didn’t cry out in ecstasy or experience wave after wave of endless bliss. My eyes blurred over, and my back arched up. I made no noise except a few thick, ragged gasps.

I lean in, my lips brushing against hers as I whisper, "Breathe me in, Sloane. Let me be your air." Her eyes flutter closed, her body melting into mine as I continue to move, my grip on her neck unyielding. I can feel her body responding, her hips moving in sync with mine, her moans turning into desperate gasps for air. "Knox," she chokes out. "I can't... I can't breathe." "I know, baby," I murmur, my lips against her ear. "Just let go. I've got you."

Kyra’s voice shook, “I’m going to take him down the way he brought me to this level. I want him to taste what helplessness and pain and loss feels like. He ruined my life and took everything I had just because his father and mine had a disagreement over some trivia issue that has nothing to do with us. All I ever did was love him as a mate. I had no say in whom I will be mated to because I would never have picked him!” Kyra did not know when she started screaming, crying and hyperventilating, but she felt Anton’s heavy hands on her shoulders as he bent himself until their faces were close. “Shhh, Kyra. You are fine, breathe. Do it with your mouth and then your nose.” When it did not work, An