Novelas y relatos de Pounding

Thump! Thump! Thump! Nathan's heart pounded frantically, every breath teetering between a ragged burst and a sharp gasp. His chest burned—mirroring the pain in his joints—as he sprinted along the cobbled walkway. Past the barking dogs. The water fountains. The trimmed bushes. Hand gripping his throbbing shoulder like it would fall off if he let go. Every thought was jumbled up, as he tunneled vision on the metal gates.

He pulled his arm back and struck the wall again, and again, and again. Boom! Boom! Boom! The sound of solid stone fracturing echoed alongside the sickening, distinct pop of his own bones breaking. His knuckles split open completely. Thick, dark blood seeped out of his skin, gushing down his hand and splashing heavily onto the floor. Two of his finger bones fractured under the brutal impact, the sharp pain radiating up his arm, but he didn't care. He didn't even flinch. He just kept punching until the entire section of the reinforced stone wall collapsed inward, crumbling into a pile of gray dust and rubble.

Adopted. The word echoed endlessly in his mind, drowning out everything else. The room, the people around him, even the sound of his own breathing seemed to disappear. All he could hear was the violent pounding of his heart as it slammed against his ribs. His palms grew damp with sweat and a familiar pain spread through his chest, sharper than before, making it difficult to breathe. His head throbbed so violently that it felt as though someone was driving nails into his skull, and his hands trembled despite his efforts to keep them still. He couldn't process it.

Thump. It starts immediately. High speed. Deep. It’s not making love. It’s not even fucking. It’s an exorcism. Echo drives the rhythm brutally fast. There is no build-up. No teasing. Just a relentless, mechanical pounding that forces my body to respond even though my mind is screaming. "Ah! Stop! No, don't stop!" I’m thrashing against the ropes. The cheap mattress springs squeak rhythmically. The smell of the room—bleach and dust—mixes with the scent of my own distress.

Something that had not defeated his enemy, but had cleaned it. Then, a new sound broke the silence. A soft, rhythmic *thump… thump… thump…* It was coming from the courtyard below. It was the sound of a heavy staff striking the stone flagstones, a sound that was slow, deliberate, and utterly out of place.

It felt like an hour had passed, but it was only a few seconds. Lorenzo let her go and lightly shoved her to him. The crowd gasped. Geo righted Carolina, then pushed her behind him. It was like lightning had struck indoors. Lorenzo snapped, stepped forward, and punched Geo square on the chin. It didn't knock him down just made him stumble into Carolina. Geo swung back. His punch landing on Lorenzo's nose, and before he knew it, Geo was on top of the guy punching him repeatedly. "Geo !" He heard his father yell.

When he pressed against my dripping opening, I couldn’t help the broken sound that fell from my lips that quickly morphed into a scream when he thrust into me so hard, my bones rattled. He didn’t allow me time to adjust, he kept on with his punishing pace, fucking me with such brutality that my eyes rolled back in my head and I couldn’t speak, much less moan. Tears dribbled down to my hairline as I took the pain and pleasure in a mix that had me addicted, his groans and grunts filled the room as he increased his pace, making me claw at his muscled arms “Fuck baby! You feel so fucking good” he growled, releasing my thigh to palm my heaving breast

To save her, echoing over and over, and he couldn't—he couldn't— His heart slammed back to life without warning. The first beat was a detonation. The second, a fist through his sternum. Each subsequent pulse arrived too fast, too hard, like his heart was trying to break free of his ribcage, tearing itself apart in its desperation to pump blood through veins that had forgotten their purpose. He could feel each beat everywhere—a violent percussion in his fingertips that made them twitch against the tablecloth. In his jaw, where his teeth ached from clenching. In his temples, where pressure built like storm clouds gathering.

“Knock” “Knock” I hear a pounding sound from the door and realize that it is the owner and this time he means business because when I look out the window before opening the door, I notice that he looks pissed. Murmuring softly before opening it, “I bet he heard the commotion and is here to get rid of me, if not worse.”

Waiting. My heart is pounding; I swear it’s so loud that the sound of it is echoing through the forest around me. Is it starting to beat even louder, even faster? No- that’s not my heart. It’s the drumming of hundreds of paws against the earth, the sound building as they draw closer. Ready or not…