Ocean's Breath Plateau how long can you hold your breath?

he was the first man to ask; erzulie's dark ears flickered backward in surprise, but it was with renewed intrigue that she snaked her hips back against the rut of him, sweeping her tail aside so that they might meet. he was gentle, this tormented shade; she found herself without fear in his embrace, thrumming with a desire only smokestep had ever engendered in her as a man. rosalyn did well for her love, for the true urge of her body, but cunning were her lusts.
beneath him, the harlot gave a purling, low gasp and urged him onward.