At once, the rhythm and scent of the ocean soothed her.
Her eyes are exactly the same, and so is the rhythm of her heart.
Without a word, she slipped into his arms and fell into the rhythm of his step.
Her forehead rested in the nape of his neck, and she focused on the steady, slow rhythm of his heartbeat.
He said little else, and her breathing soon fell into rhythm with his.
The wolf's heartbeat matched the rhythm of Elisabeth's.
Her hips swayed in rhythm as she positioned her easel and paints.
She moved in rhythm with the music, brushing the floor softly as she hummed along.
The ocean's calming rhythm and flavorful breeze made the beach more bearable.
Rita laughed, but neither looked up nor broke the rhythm of her flying fingers.
The rhythm of his strokes felt good too, an order, a progression, a logical sequence, straight and definite.
With a full water bottle and a full stomach and legs warmed to the rhythm of the ride, he became molded into a near trance as he churned up the Colorado miles.
He was hardly underway before he geared down for the long climb and gradually fell into a rhythm of sorts, muscle-pulling pain and gasps of breath as he inched his way up the first long incline.
His warm breath puffed on her bare shoulder with the rhythm of sleep.
His rhythm disrupted, he glanced towards the boulder where he'd hidden Yully and Charles, making sure they weren't in danger.
The fragrant ocean breeze was chilly as it brushed his skin, and his movements fell into the rhythm of the ebb and flow of waves.
The large western belt buckle at his lean waist moved with the graceful rhythm of his stride.