Kiss In The Rain Yiruma Romane & Geschichten

I even looked into my reflection on the building’s glass doors and said, “Chill, Evan. Act normal.” But the second I stepped outside, the smile broke through again, like the sun forcing its way into the crowd. Blake Thatcher kissed me. And it wasn’t a panicked or an accidental kiss like. It was deliberate. Filled with unspoken words and emotions. It didn’t matter that the lights had come on or that we had to snap out of it and pretend to be coworkers again. The part where he said, “I like you, Evan.” kept looping in my brain like a broken record with perfect timing.

Fisting my hands in his shirt, I whisper, "Ding, Ding, Round 3!" Pulling him down close enough to nip at his bottom lip, Dragon curses under his breath in Spanish, then crashes into me. The kiss was a bayou storm—untamed, all-consuming, devouring the space between ‘yours’ and ‘mine’. I was the drought-parched earth; he was the lightning strike. Our tongues clashed like two weather fronts, and when he bit my lip, I tasted copper and the promise of rain. Flipping me onto my back, his laughter muffled against my mouth. His hands roam but linger at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I nod, breathless.

Neil rubbed his hands in excitement and Lara gasped in shock. “Kiss a stranger?” She looked at her friends in much doubt. “Do not be a chicken Lara!” “Go for it!” “Fine!” Lara started to walk towards the entrance of the bar area, and halted looking at it patiently. “Good gracious. I hope it is a guy at least.” She frowned holding the handle of the door. Just then the door opened and a handsome man in a crisp suit, dark eyes and brown hair entered the bar. Without giving it much thought Lara blocked his way, and pulled him closer to her body. She tilted her head and planted a deep and passionate kiss on his lips.

Kiema said. "KIKRS," Atlas said, not looking away from the action at the computers. "No," we all said as one. "Just call us Ki's. That's what we are," Kord said. Kiema sidled up next to him, slid her arm around his waist. She pulled on his shirt, urging him to lean down. Once he did, she kissed him full on the mouth. I sighed again. Lucky fucker. "Taryk, what's going on?" Ransom asked as he stepped forward.

She leaned in, capturing his mouth again, her tongue tangling with his in a passionate dance as she rode him harder, faster, chasing the climax that threatened to consume them both. The rain intensified, drumming against the bricks above, a primal beat that seemed to match the pounding of their hearts. Jax's hands roamed over Kira's curves, mapping the contours of her body as he lifted her off his cock only to slam her back down, driving himself deeper into her clenching depths. She cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her breasts bouncing with each forceful thrust. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the air, a lewd symphony that left no doubt about the intensity of their passion

Kyla Eva . My eyes widened, and my heart drummed hard inside me. I couldn’t even hear the rain—it was completely blank. “Kyla,” he whispered again. My lips trembled, and my tears fell together with the heavy rain. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up anymore. I just want it to last forever. I shut my eyes and hugged him. “Enzo. . .” I whispered. I want to believe that this is real. Yes, this is real. I am hugging him for real. I can feel his warm body. I can smell his scent amongst the raindrops. I can hear his heartbeat, and it’s beating fast.

The slower they were, the harder I fell. After minutes of steady mouth action, he pulled away. It wasn't the type of kiss that left you breathless. It was the type that left you unsatisfied. His blue eyes danced in their sockets as he held my gaze. “Good night, Raya." I wanted to pull him closer, give him the pleasure of taking my clothes off and having me right there in the room. “Good night, Rain.” I mumbled instead.

"My night was fine and yours?" "It was good because I dreamt of you." Rumi answers and giggles. "Of course why won't your night be fine when I milked you dry in case you have forgotten your di.ck was buried deeply in my mouth, right Storm?" Kira spoke from behind Rumi and placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled Rumi to herself. "But he wouldn't tell you that." She let go of her shoulder and walked around her to stand beside Storm, throwing one of her arms around his waist. "Right handsome?" she asked with a smirk which was directed at Rumi.

Her eyes closed and her lips curled in a smile. The clouds overhead rumbled again. As the rain started pouring hard, Amara smiled, her eyes lighting up with playful excitement. Her smile was infectious, and Rhys couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer joy radiating from her. His chest tightened and a strange sensation crept over him. She used to dance like this in the rain when she was a child. And that memory brought a painful pang.

My name is Karim. Thirty years old. And tonight, I'm not just her driver. I’m the man she begs for. She lies on the couch, half-undressed, her breath shallow. – Karim... Karim, help me... I’m suffering. – You haven’t seen anything yet. You’ll scream my name a billion times tonight. She moans, writhing under my fingers as I massage her lower back, her thighs, her hips. – But… I’m helping you. I’m giving you a massage. How can you say you’re suffering?