Novel & Cerita Kny Oc Breathing Styles

he said. “I’m trying…” “Stop trying. Listen.” He stepped closer, placed a hand lightly against my ribs. My breath froze. “Here,” he said quietly. “Breathe from here. Deep. Slow.” I inhaled; Slow and shaky. Ronan’s hand rose with my breath. He nodded. “Again.” I breathed again. This time deeper. His hand moved with the motion. Steady. Warm, too close. “Good,” he murmured. I swallowed hard. “Ronan… you don’t have to…”

I just can't, I need to get out of here! My eyes dart through the room, not really seeing anything and everything at the same time as it spins around me. Kian comes closer to me. "Wooo.. Nikki, breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Slow deep breathes. Stay with me love." He says gently and encases me with the blanket. "In through your nose, out through your mouth. Slow and steady." I look up into his eyes, into his peridot green eyes and release a relieved breath. Maybe it was all just in my head, maybe it will all be over tomorrow.

He took off his shorts along with his boxers, placing the condom onto his dick. He carefully positioned himself inside me, I let out a cry as a tear ran down my cheek. Aspen went slow at first, but once I had got used to the pain he went faster. Our loud moans filled the room and I felt us become one. Once we had both cummed, we both laid on the bed, cuddling. *** "Sky?" I hummed in response, "I have to change you." I nodded at him and sat up straight. He bit into his wrist letting the blood flow down his wrist, he put his wrist to my mouth allowing me to drink his blood.

With a flick of wind from her fingertips, she knocked Shirley out. “Darling, when you say breathing technique, is it one that could train your organs?” Seeing how Zendaya was acting, Alex turned serious, asking if she knew something about this. Zendaya said, “From the memories of my awakening, I learned about something. This breathing technique surpasses many training techniques of the Holy Land. This technique doesn’t belong to this universe.” Alex was shocked. ‘If it didn’t belong to this universe, then what was this?’

I close my eyes as I breathe her in, filling my lungs with her heavenly scent. I’m about to pull away when I feel her small hands on my chest, and I freeze with my lips still against her forehead. She hesitantly runs her hands up my chest to connect behind my neck, and my lungs start to burn as I realize that I had been holding my breath.

“Hear me. Listen to me. Take down as much oxygen as possible, and when you breathe out, hold it for as long as you can. Four counts, six counts, eight counts. Each time, you move higher and higher.” My eyes leak tears. Four counts? I attempt the technique because I want to lose. I didn't succeed the first time. But on the third attempt, I manage to breathe out for four long beats before sucking in air like I’m suffocating again. “There.” The voice makes me relax. “You’ve got it. Now, for six. Ready? Let me count on you.” His thumb swipes across my knuckles gently, and I tell my lungs this is the one that will calm me down.

But Jessica gripped his thighs urgently holding him in place. "I want to at least try." She let out a breath. Her hands quivered while she embraced his firmness, directing it toward her mouth. The hairs on Kanyon's body stood up as his body responded with a shiver. Jessica tried to cram as much of it into her mouth as she could. She started off slow, keeping her eyes closed while her jaw got used to the stretch. She remembered what Ariel told her about breathing through the nose and relaxing the throat. It didn't take long for her to find her flow, and soon she was moaning and groaning while bobbing her head up and down on his cock.

Nyra kneels beside Selin, the nurse adjusts Kael at the starting point. “Signal,” Nyra says. Her hand opens. “Wait.” Two breaths. “Close.” Her palm turns down. Selin is precise on the first try. During “wait,” she folds the corner of her blanket — that’s her “switch.” Kael watches, one beat behind, then completes the rhythm with her. My gaze lingers on his shoulder: if he tenses, it means overstimulation. He doesn’t tense. “Again,” Nyra says.

Slowly, deliberately, I inhaled and exhaled, hoping he would mimic me. At first, there was no response. His gaze remained distant, and his chest rose and fell erratically. But I didn’t stop. “You’re doing great,” I encouraged, offering a small, reassuring smile. “Just keep trying.” Gradually, almost imperceptibly at first, his breathing began to shift. The quick, shallow gasps slowed, becoming more measured as he started to match my rhythm. I continued to guide him, keeping my tone soft and consistent. “In through your nose,” I repeated gently, drawing in a long breath. “Out through your mouth.”

He grabbed my shoulders, his large hands trembling as he pulled me straight into his chest. I was entirely limp, my chest heaving as I choked on nothing, my eyes wide and unseeing. "Breathe. Damn it, Everett, look at me," Knox pleaded, his voice completely stripping away the cold, arrogant act he had worn in the hallway. He cupped my face with both hands, forcing my head up. His eyes were wide with a frantic, desperate panic. "Look at my eyes. Focus on me. Just copy my breath. Come on." He took deep, puffy breaths, pressing his chest firmly against mine so I could feel the rise and fall of his lungs.