Kiss In The Rain Yiruma Romane & Geschichten

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 take his hand and let him lead me to the dancefloor, but a few minutes into the dancing, Kiara shows up. “Rain is here,” she whispers. “What! Why?” Her hand trails to her nape. “Soooo,” she slurs with a guilty expression. “I may have accidentally posted a photo of you and your new friend on my I*******m story for him to view. But I swear, I didn't think he’d care.”

A small part of me hoped that it wasn’t my forehead he kissed, but my lips. ‘God. I’m in so much trouble. Why had I agreed to be his wife again?’ My phone beeped, interrupting my obsession over that little lingering peck. Rain: You still in Sin City? Rylee: Yeah. You here? Rain: Nope. I’m in L.A. Meet me at The Smashed Pig. I giggled as I typed. Rylee: You are so dead. Can’t wait to see you! Rain: I know. Wear a sexy skirt and go commando. I’d like to grope your pussy under the table and make you come.

Desmier Isabella lowered her head, hiding behind her hands as she cried. No noises left her, but there was no missing how worked up she was. Her shoulders shook. Her long, red, wavy curls hung low, curtaining her face. Crouched over on the floor, she looked broken and wretched with the end of that call. From a Rossini.

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.

He got kicked, you see. “You’ve already kissed me a lot, and you want to add more, and the worst part is, one hour of kissing? Are you okay?” Look at this Sullivaño again! Instead of answering my question, he laughed at me. He even put his hand on his stomach. “You don’t want that? Aubree Lynn Corpez kissed the one and only Ryker Matt Sullivaño! Ooops-” I was about to kick him again, but the idiot dodged.

“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?”

"Me too. Should we dance in the rain, then?" "Really?" Aria's voice was now wide awake. "To your favourite song," Xavier added. Aria jumped down from his back, facing him, and planted a deep kiss on his cheek. "You're the best." She retrieved her music player from her backpack, played Justus Barber's song, and tucked her backpack under the foliage. As if on cue, the rain began to fall. Aria took Xavier's hands, closed her eyes, and tilted her face to the sky, while Xavier fought to keep his fears at bay. When she opened her eyes and locked them onto his, he drew strength from her gaze, holding her hands tighter. Before long, Xavier's fears dissipated as they twirled, hands intertwined and la

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.