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

"and you be handsome, vishal," erzulie remarked in turn, bold enough to run her body against the length of his, slowly. if not rebuffed, the jezebel ducked her muzzle beneath the arch of his proud throat. seeking there to preen salt from the tangles of his neckfur, erzulie purred a low sigh. "let me show you beauty, mm?" came her soft invitation; he was fragranced with things she wished to explore, lands she had not seen, things he had not spoken. 
drawing aside, erzulie turned now, to lead him into the shadow of a nearby looming stone; her hips poised to sway him serpentine toward glory and perhaps, when it was over, a certain sort of inner doom.