Rhythm Of The Heartbeat Novels & Stories

Something had latched to his blood like a map and burned its path into his bones. He rose from the hearth slowly, careful with his movements. The warmth in his chest hadn’t faded. If anything, it had settled into rhythm, a heartbeat separate from his own. He could feel it even now, pulsing with eerie regularity. Not painful. Not urgent. Just constant, like a drum in the dark.

But before she could take a step, Rayan wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her chest so that he could hear her heart pounding. Crystal tried to pull away but her strength wasn't as strong as his. "What.. are you doing? Let me... go. It's my office.." She continued trying. Rayan wrapped his arm more tightly, ignoring her resistance. When he felt her heavy heart pounding against his ear, a soft smile spread across his face. "It's pounding fast. That's mean.." "Our heartbeat increased when we're nervous, happy, excited, even when we're angry." Crystal corrected him with a sharp tone.

My eyebrows pull together when I focus too hard and hear his heartbeat too. ‘ It’s normal for us. ’ The voice whispers in my mind, making me suck on my lower lip. “ I don’t think you need this comforting shit. You need some facts straight. ” Ryker scowls all of a sudden. I purse my lips, listening in to his heartbeat. Does his heart ever beats fast? Ever misses a beat? Ever flutters? Like mine? It’s the most ridiculous time to be thinking about this to my annoyance but I can’t really help it when I can finally hear the sound of his heartbeat — the rich ba-dum kinda shit — and even his breaths, even and calm.

The man at the door suddenly tapped his fingers rhythmically on the railing and laughed, "Listen to that, your heart is beating so fast, it goes completely haywire when you talk about him." My eyes snapped open. He, the rhythm of his tapping, really matched my heartbeat perfectly! Did he really hear it, with his hearing so acute? Then the change in my breathing... "Do not stifle too long in the quilt oh, the air circulation is not good, you hear your heartbeat is getting faster and faster... By the way, do you know that a fast heart rate is not a good thing, especially..." "Patients like you, with respiratory diseases." His voice was getting deeper and slower, but the tapping of his fingers

The clock on the bedside table glowed 12:17 AM. The house was swallowed in silence, save for the distant hum of streetlights flickering outside. Then, the front door clicked, the softest sound, yet it sliced through the stillness and made my heart race. I sat up in bed, the cool sheets tangled around me.

"I thought I had lost you, I thought I would never see you again." "I would never leave you again." "Do you promise?" "Yes," I say weakly. "Why?" "Because I am yours, because I belong to you, because I am your heartbeat." I understand. I finally understand what he has been trying to explain to me. He is my heartbeat; I have never truly lived until he found me. He makes my life make so much sense, he is ready to protect me, kill for me, and die for me because, without me, his life makes no sense.

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.

I can feel his cardiovascular system pushing against my walls. "Syncing," Echo says. "80 BPM. Both." The beeping sounds merge into a single, harmonious tone. Beep. Beep. Beep. "Move," I whisper. Alex pulls back. Then he thrusts. Thump. He hits home exactly on the beat. Thump. He pulls out. Thump. He drives in. It’s perfect. It’s mathematical. Echo is controlling his rhythm, forcing his muscles to fire in exact time with our combined heart rate.