Heartbeat Of Hummingbird Novels & Stories

"WHAT – oh – OH –" He fucks me through the cardiac orgasm. His cold cock driving into a pussy that’s contracting in rhythm with my heartbeat – every beat a squeeze, every squeeze an orgasm. I’m cumming sixty times a minute. My body pulsing around him with each heartbeat. The sensation is beyond pleasure, and my entire body experiencing orgasm simultaneously rather than concentrated in my pelvis.

She stepped back slightly. “You mean the artificial heart?” “Yes.” Her fingers curled. “So it is still doing something?” Adrian nodded again. “More than that.” Silence. Anna’s voice dropped. “What else?” Adrian hesitated. Then said quietly, “It is responding to me too.” That made her stop completely. “…what?” Adrian looked at her. “When I am close to you, my readings change.” Silence. Anna stared at him. “…that is not possible.” “It is happening,” he said.

Like a heartbeat. Like something counting time.

To Vivienne. Boom. Boom. The heartbeat came from inside her chest.

my subconscious warned me . Walking back up to my room, I wore my sandals and rushed out of the house, making anyone suspect me is the last thing I want so I decided to go on a stroll, I came to a stop at the park and sat on a bench taking in the scene of some playing children with their parents and something tugged at my heart, " I can't wait to see my babies playing in park like this one day" . Taking note of every single thing a child did surprisingly kept me calm and took my mind of reality for a brief moment and those were one of my best moments. So guys tell me what you think, who is the male person working with Melissa? Send in your thoughts on the comment section 💖💖

Then, he heard it. It was faint, buried deep beneath the swoosh of her own pulse, but to a wolf, it was as loud as a drum. Swish-swoosh. Swish-swoosh. A tiny, rapid-fire flutter. Fast. Strong. Like a hummingbird trapped in her belly. A second heartbeat. Fennigan froze. His entire body went rigid against her legs. He stopped breathing. The water beat down on his back, but he didn't feel it. All he could hear was that rhythm.

A tiny life. Small. Fragile. Existing. Emotion rose unexpectedly inside her chest. Powerful. Overwhelming. The technician adjusted something. Then a sound filled the room. Fast. Steady. Rhythmic. Dani froze. "What is that?" The technician smiled. "The heartbeat." Everything stopped. The world. Her thoughts. Her fears. Everything. Only the sound remained. Fast. Strong. Alive. A heartbeat. Her baby's heartbeat. Tears blurred her vision instantly. She hadn't expected this.

My heartbeat slowed just slightly, but the anticipation left a low hum in my chest that I couldn’t shake. Yes… this is going to be fun.

A round head, tiny arms and legs moving ever so slightly, a perfect, unmistakably human silhouette. "Oh my God," I whispered, tears immediately flooding my eyes. Christian's grip on my hand tightened, but when I looked over at him, he was completely still, eyes locked on the screen, awe written all over his face. "And now," Dr. Sandra said, pressing a few buttons, "let's listen to the heartbeat." The sound that filled the room was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. Fast, steady, strong—a tiny heart pounding at around a hundred and fifty beats per minute, like the rhythmic gallop of a horse.

Against my breast, the baby suddenly stirred. Her tiny, unblinkingly black eyes opened wide, tracking the silver data-needle in Christian’s silk-gloved hand. Beneath her brown skin, the geometric violet patterns flared with a sudden, wild erratic energy—not a solid grid this time, but a jagged, desperate pulse that mirrored the frantic, three-hundred-beat-a-minute rhythm of her tiny heart. The oxygen in the canyon was thinning, and even her ancient, open-source baseline couldn't format a vacuum.