“POUNDING” in italiano

From within came the pounding of machines.

Only the furious pounding of his heart told him that he was still connected to it.

The noise they made together was a shushing, thumping similar to the mechanical pounding of a glimmer engine.

The word was echoed in their every breath, every pounding of their hearts, so in sync that they seemed to beat as one.

”“Fuck,” he blew out, his pounding wild now, so unchecked only her hold on the desk kept her feet on the ground.

This time Vand struggled to understand the archaic dialect against the pounding of the machine’s heart.

Nesta nodded, calming her pounding heart.

But she couldn’t think of a lie, not with his tongue pumping in and out of her, coaxing her toward but still denying her the pressure and relentless pounding she so badly needed.

It was her own pounding blood, she told herself.

” Nesta asked, heart pounding at the tension etched into their faces.

Giant clouds of dust rose from the garau’s pounding feet.