Seven Heavens Breathing Method Novels & Stories

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.”

I walked back to her when I was through with donut and she motioned me to stand in front of her "There are three main things that you need to know.The first thing you need to know is how to control your breathing" "Okay" "Now breathe in slowly then breathe out" I breathe in and out slowly "You have to do this for at least ten minutes before we can continue. Just breathing in and out slowly" I did that for almost fifteen minutes before she stopped me "The second thing" she said and looked straight into my eyes "Now, close your eyes and continue breathing in and out" I did that for another fifteen minutes before she stopped me

He cut in, surprisingly gently. I pushed myself off the door completely, my legs barely holding me, my whole body shaking so hard I had to brace a hand against the wall to stay upright. “You will show me?” I repeated it slowly, trying to make it make sense in my head. “Because that is just something you happen to know how to do.” He didn’t answer that directly, just held my gaze and said, “Two fingers on the side of the neck, specific points, combined with controlled breath-holding. It slows the heart first. Then stops it. Done correctly, it takes under a m-minute.”

“Taking me so deep. So flexible. Made for this.” She could barely speak, only broken moans and gasps. His hands pinned her thighs to his chest, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin behind her knees while he pounded into her, rhythmic, relentless, the wet slap of their bodies echoing off the mirrors. “Tantric breath,” he reminded her. “In… hold… out slow. Feel every inch.” She tried, inhaling as he bottomed out, holding the breath while he ground circles against her cervix, exhaling long and shaky as he dragged back almost to the tip. The controlled breathing intensified everything: the stretch, the fullness, the building pressure low in her belly.

I tilt her head back and lay my cheek closer to her nostrils. No breath. No air. My little mate is not fucking breathing. By the rood, I will spank her so good when she survives. She has no idea the line she has crossed. Pinching her nose, I seal my lips with hers, breathing into her throat. I strike her shoulder before locking my palms on her chest, pushing hard and fast. My heart pounds in my head as I bite my cheek, increasing the muscle velocity in my hands. Locking lips, I breathe into her, longer than before. I repeat the process for minutes, begging the Goddess to revive her.

She watched it focus — the terrible, effortful way his attention had to travel back across some tremendous distance to arrive in the present moment. "Breathe with me," she said. She made it audible — exaggerated the inhale, made the exhale long and visible. In. Hold. Out slow. She did this five times and watched his chest begin to synchronize with hers, the way one pendulum eventually matches another through simple proximity.

He wasn't fluent but you can't sell him either. Was he not supposed to be at Marfa? Have they traveled yet? Who are these people?! Ben was confused but his head was clearer than when he first woke up and the little training he had undergone kicked in. He started practicing his breathing techniques while forcing his brain to relax and his ears to function. It was really hard. Lots of pressure caused by anxiety pressed his brain down but his breathing got better and his body relaxed, making the pressure to start fading away. With the withdrawal of the pressure, the voices got louder and clearer.

Soothe him as if the Reaver had calmed Brandons scathing emotions before. Increasing the weight or his hand on Brandons chest slightly as he leaned closer, speaking in a tone that seemed to make Brandon narrow his attention on his voice. "Now listen to me for once..... And breathe....nice and slow. In and out. Just take it slow. Feel the strength in your body flowing away from you...fell the weight of my touch holding you in place, keeping you grounded...Push aside the panic. Give it away...give it all away for me...and just breathe...." ***

We did not stop until I could not breathe, he pulled away "Breath Zee" urh, how does one do that again? I forgot how to breath… "Urh how do I do that again?" I ask him Niklaus laughs "Inhale count till three... one... two... three... And exhale" I follow he is instructions and I start breathing again I blush, I look down at my hands and stutter out "Thank you... For that" "Don't worry about it" I could hear the amusement in his voice.

The two-way yes that made my skin a home. I sit on a bench and breathe in fours like he taught me when my nerves spiked before a scene. In for four. Hold for four. Out for four. Hold for four. The edges of me stop vibrating. It feels like cheating that his voice works even when he isn’t here to speak.