Page 259 of Fated Mates of Breeder Prison

I could only hear my heart thud in my chest.

I would have to follow Egara’s lead when it came to coming out of our hiding place.

I felt relieved I wasn’t alone.

Then my oxygen reserves began to fade.

I was going to need to take another breath.

And soon.

A few more seconds passed.

I gulped and my body shuddered.

Maybe Egara’s species could survive beneath the sand like this but humans definitely couldn’t.

My body ached to take a fresh mouthful of oxygen and bucked when I tried to prevent myself from doing so.

Egara pressed his lips more firmly over mine, his hands wrapped around my head to keep me in place.

Was he trying to suffocate me?

Was he trying to kill me?

I struggled harder and found he’d already wrapped his legs around me.

He must have known I would react this way.

I tensed my muscles, unable to free myself from his incredible grip.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

I had to breathe.

I had to breach the surface.

But he held me pinned in place.

There was no escape.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, I sucked in a breath.

I was shocked I didn’t inhale a mouthful of sand.

Instead, my lungs filled with delicious, fresh oxygen.

I could breathe.

Egara opened his lungs up to me.

His breath was warm and moist and I could taste him on my tongue.

I eased into him, careful not to take too much oxygen from him.

I felt his breath press against the back of my throat too and realized we were sharing each other’s breath, each other’s oxygen, cycling it between us.

I remember reading that our bodies don’t absorb all the oxygen when we draw in a single breath.

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