Heartbeat Dance Novels & Stories

Taesha found breathing difficult as her chest rose and fell sharply with anticipation. Taesha wanted him to perform only for her right now. Dexter danced against her body. They were body to body and skin against skin. The two looked like a vanilla and chocolate swirl of delight as the other patronages watched them in Awe. Taesha took her hand, running it up his back.

Music clicks on a moment later, the Bluetooth speaker humming to life with a low beat and a sultry rhythm that slides along the edges of the silence like oil over glass. The song she’s chosen is slow, pulsing with heat, the kind of track that turns movement into invitation. And sure enough, she starts dancing. She moves slowly at first, almost lazily, hips swaying in time with the beat, her bare feet gliding over the hardwood like she’s on stage with a spotlight burning just for her.

Finally paying attention to him, I didn’t even know what this dance was all about. He snapped his fingers at the dance assistant, and soon a soft slow music played in the background, the lights were dimmed and over all my heart was still pacing. “Now I will try to see if Ms Gabby’s can connect to me emotionally and get what am trying to initiate with this dance.” His hands soon fell on my shoulders that it got me shaken up. “I will moved my hands from her shoulders….” His hands obeying his words, from my shoulders down to my breast and he was firm on it.

I played slow waltz music, 'Everything I Need,' and connected my phone to the Bluetooth speaker. As the song started, I approached her. She let out a small gasp when I took her hands and placed them on my chest, then placed mine on her waist. I initiated the movement, guiding her across the floor, feeling a strange electric charge in the air. It was like a thousand needles pricking my skin, probing for any weakness. A crack. A small opening through which it could slip and reignite my long-dead, long-cold heart.

A whisper. My hands landed on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under my palms. We kept dancing, but it had changed. Our bodies rocked together front to front, my breasts pressing against him. I could see the flush on his neck, the way his jaw tightened. His boner throbbed against my lower stomach now. Each sway made it rub there, sending sparks of heat through my veins.

Amber's P.O.V I feel a sense of adrenaline rush throughout my entire body, making me feel alive. "Jack, I can literally hear my heart beating in my chest." I say as he pulls my body closer to his now that we were standing in the middle of the dance floor. "I know, but it makes you feel amazing doesn't it?" He asks as he runs his fingers through my hair. I nod my head at him honestly, feeling all the energy in my body pulsate throughout my veins.

Artemy guided us away from the current, his fingers intertwined with mine, the grass beneath my feet a grounding force. "I don't know how to dance," I confessed, my words nearly lost in the intensity of his gaze. Artemy's laughter was a soft resonance. "Nor do I." He orchestrated our stance with an undeniable grace, my hands resting upon his shoulders, his arms encircling my waist—a sculpted unity. And then, we began to move. Across the field we glided, each step synchronizing our heartbeats. My stomach fluttered, an orchestra of sensations playing within me, my pulse orchestrating the rhythm.

Her delicate hand rests delicately in his, their fingers interlaced, creating a tangible connection that transcends mere physical contact. Their movements are fluid and synchronized, their steps seamlessly melding together in a harmonious dance. With each sway and twirl, they navigate the space effortlessly, as if they are the only two people in the room. Their bodies brush against each other, igniting a subtle electric spark that sends shivers down their spines.

His voice was barely audible as he whispered. My heart races as a group of men surrounds me, their bodies forming a tight circle around me. I feel trapped and unsure of what's happening, my mind racing to make sense of the situation. The sensation has completely vanished from my being. My body is itching to move to the rhythm of the music. I yearn to feel the beat pulsing through my veins as I sway and twirl across the dance floor. The world appears hazy and indistinct as if viewed through a foggy window.

I inhaled sharply as our bodies aligned naturally. Madam Celeste stepped back. “Good. The Bonding Dance is meant to display unity, so no distance is tolerated.” She clicked the music on, and a soft orchestral sound swept the room in seconds. “Begin with the basic box step.” Kaius nodded once, then looked down at me. “Ready?” I shook my head. “I’m not sure.” A ghost of a smile tugged at his mouth. “I’ll go slow. Just follow me.” He stepped.