A good pulse thumped there, a bit fast, but strong and even.

Her pulse was thumping away inside her ears and high up in her throat.

My pulse was still thumping in my throat.

The pulse in her neck thumped wildly.

A pulse thumped visibly in his bull neck.

My pulse was thumping again, up around a hundred and forty.

They sat in silence, their pulses thumping, breathing on the windows to encourage the steaming-up process, desperately anxious to get out.

The pulse thumped and shuddered under my thumb, struggling.

He saw she had been bathing and his pulse thumped at the thought of what might have been going on before his arrival.