Shinobu Breathing Style Novels & Stories

“You can’t call me that.” “I just did.” He leaned over me. “Hands on your ribs.” I lifted my hands awkwardly to my sides. “No,” he murmured, and his fingers brushed mine, positioning them lower. “Here. Feel what moves.” I tried to breathe, but it came out shallow. He noticed. “Exhale slowly through your mouth.” I obeyed, lips parting. The sound left me soft, shaky. “Again. In through the nose. Fill the ribs. Feel them expand into your palms. Slower.” He paused. “Good. And exhale.”

“Even as your Luna, am I just paying you back by having sex with you and bearing your kids? I will always owe you everything, and what about-” He stops me from my spiral by simply putting his hand on mine. His steady warmth forces me to freeze, and my eyes meet his. He keeps my gaze as he says, “Breathe, Raina.” I follow him in the breathing pattern he shows me. Inhale for four, hold for seven, exhale for eight. Repeat. And again. And again.

Noah’s breathing was shallow. I didn’t touch him. I didn’t turn it into comfort theatre. I gave him structure. “Two breaths,” I said quietly. Noah inhaled. “Out for six,” I guided. He exhaled long and shaky. “Again,” I said. Noah did it. By the third breath, his shoulders lowered slightly. “Good,” I whispered. “That’s you staying you.” Noah’s mouth tightened. “I hate how practiced I am at this,” he said.

That overwhelming male presence now appeared to In-young's eyes not as an object of fear, but as one of awe. He was a madly beloved paramour. The towering man waited in silence with primal patience. He lay still so that In-young, trembling in the aftermath of her peak, could fully savor the residual bliss. Finally, as her breathing stabilized and her inner flesh became so exquisitely sensitive that a feather's brush would make her swoon, his merciless and savage mating began in earnest. "My Lady, now I shall draw your very soul out to the edge of the underworld." Gripping her lush hips as if to crush them, he mercilessly executed the legendary secret technique: The Nine Shallows and One Deep

It gave Q enough time to sheathe the blade and take a sword-drawing stance. “[Shigen-ryuu Ougi—Samidare.]” (Primordial Origin Sword-Style Secret Technique—Early Summer Rain) He unleashed his blade and cut the very air in front of him. The pressure from [Kotetsu] was intense. A single slash flowed through the air like a green stream. His blade connected with the cleaver. At that moment, several green slashes cut through the cleaver from all sides. The skill shattered the cleaver, blasting away the fragments from everyone.