Novel & Cerita Kiss In The Rain Yiruma

She stood up and hugged me tightly, her grip on my clothes firm. She was crying, and I couldn’t help but hug her back and try to comfort her. I rubbed her back to soothe her. It pained me to see her like this. She had almost been raped by that man. Her grip loosened slightly, and she looked up at me. "T-take me, Yasmir. Kiss me. Make me f-forget." She almost whispered. Her hands were on my neck and face, pleading. Damn. "I-I can’t, Hira." I couldn’t do it because if I did, I felt like I’d go crazy over her.

"Your parents are on their way so we have to move fast." His lack of faith in me makes my heart sink. "Have you forgotten the kind of woman you are married to?" "How can I forget?" He chuckles lightly and skims his knuckles on my lower lip. "You are a woman who's thoughts moves the Earth." My heart beats faster at this, bloods courses through my veins in a race. "You shouldn't forget that, Kyan." Irisa giggles showing pink gums as if she understands what's going on. She is the perfect combination of Kyan and I; she has perfect dark curly hair, emerald eyes, a small button nose and full pink lips. I fall in love with her everyday.

Owen quickly shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, the satin inside still warm from his body. I reached up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Our lips met, the taste of the rain on his lips. I parted my lips and slipped my tongue inside of his mouth, which was so warm and inviting. His hand tangled itself in my wet hair and pulling me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together, the heat of his chest defying the cold of the rain. We stood there, kissing in the rain as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Raindrops pounded against the pavement, splattering against windows and shaking the baby leaves on the trees. I

Tyler would have helped to stand up to Carmen, but Carmen stopped him immediately. "Let me here to stay first I want to feel every drop of rain on my body and find out why every time it rains, Haru likes it." Tyler let go of what Carmen wanted, but he didn't leave Carmen. Carmen's head was still leaning on his shoulder, feeling every drop of rain. Carmen removed her head from Tyler's shoulder, and opened her palms, and seemed to be catching rainwater while silently crying. "Haru is right. It's better to cry in the rain because no one can hear you and no one can see you cry."

Just like what Selena liked, she also wanted to see the scenery outside the classroom and that chair would let her do it freely. "Are you Sydnee Mondragon?" someone beside her asked. She turned her head and she came face to face with a young man. He had an auburn hair and blue eyes. His distinct features were often seen in the capital. She smiled and nodded. "Do you need something?" she asked and turned her head on the side so she could not see his face again. In the corner of her eye, she noticed the young man smirked. "I am Aleksander Tamarin, from Alta Sosyedad."

I had done a short research on my last challenge and was going to try and win his kiss tonight. His name was Noah Miller. They called him too pure, a romantic who will not kiss without having feelings for the girl. Well, I wasn’t in a mood to do this, but I just wanted to be done with those dates. I loved my fans and I kind of owed them one last story. It was a bittersweet feeling.

“I’ll pick you up.” The kitchen door swings open. Rain walks in, his eyes locked on mine. Colour rushes to my face. I clutch my phone tighter, half expecting him to snatch it from me. Did he hear our conversation at all? “I have to go now, Kiara.” “Okay, babe. Remember. Dress like a slut.” I hang up quickly and turn away from Rain, filling my mouth with the chilled water in my hand. I can feel his gaze sear into me from behind. “Going somewhere?”

I withdraw my fingers just as quickly and lead her over to the shower, closing the glass door once we’re both inside. Water spills over her hair, shoulders, breasts, and lower. I run my hands up and down her slick body and kiss her roughly. “You drive me crazy, babygirl. Fucking insane,” I growl before kissing her again. My hands find her ass and I lift her up, pressing her back into the wall. Zarina grabs my shoulders and hangs on while I kiss down her neck and rub my cock through the folds of her pussy. I feel her flutter around me, trying to suck me in.

“Define ‘frolicking.’” As if on cue, a half-naked man—blond, chiseled, and clearly tipsy—wanders into frame holding a flute of champagne and grinning at Yemaya. She tilts her head and murmurs, “Go on, sweetie, I’ll catch up.” He nods and leaves, winking at me through the screen. “I stand corrected,” I say, raising my brows. Yemaya laughs. “Tell me everything. Armenia. Cameron. Did you have your share of wild nights?”

Her glasses captured every angle, transmitting live feeds to Naina. Gasps rippled through the nearby guests. Cameras flashed. A journalist’s lens caught the moment — Ryan Wills, the young actor, and Chris Hopkins, the Hollywood icon. The camera flashes, or the crowd didn't bother them Ryan pinned Chris against the wall, kissing him again, desperate, reckless. Chris responded hesitantly, his hands gripping Ryan’s arms. The embrace was heated, scandalous, undeniable.