Romance In The Rain Novels & Stories

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

She asked when he was done. Like she had done, he held the phone out for her to read it. Mi amor. She cocked a brow. "Spanish makes everything more romantic or so I was told." She laughed. "Don't forget to send it, Madeline." "I won't. I promise." Satisfied, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She recoiled, her eyes asking him what he was doing. "Friends kiss on the cheek." He threw in a wink for an added effect, turned and headed out.

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

Sheridan stands beside him, her bare skin glowing in a fancy leather harness, swaying a little with excitement. Trey finishes and turns towards her. He snaps his fingers and she falls to her knees, gazing up at her mate. I don’t need to see her face to know that her eyes are shining. Trey’s face softens as he looks down at her. Another couple stealing a moment before they engage in the complicated mating dance of submission and dominance. I’ve seen it a million times before, but somehow it’s not as grotesque on shifters. That still doesn’t mean I get it. I climb the rest of the stairs and hit the door with my fist to escape.

make his move and contact Frank. If I’m guessing correctly he will kidnap me tomorrow night and make out like I have left you for another. Just remember my love, this is only an act. I belong to you and you belong to me. I will never break our mate bond. I love you with everything inside me, heart and soul for eternity.” Rain said kissing me again. Her lips were so soft and warm against my own. I stood up from the bed and picked her up. I carried her into the shower wanting to get Alta’s scent off me. I felt bad that I didn’t do that after first sealing the room. I stood my mate up on her feet and turned on the water. I set the temperature to just how she liked it and began washing her long

At that moment, amidst the soothing sound of the rain, I found solace in the knowledge that our love was a force stronger than any obstacle, a flame that burned brighter with each passing moment of intimacy. As the rain gradually subsided, leaving shimmering droplets on the windows, it felt like a lingering caress of nature's beauty upon us. The remnants of rainwater mirrored the glistening passion that still pulsed between Marius and me, like a warm liquid exploding within me, igniting every nerve and desire.

She was lost in a sea of pleasure, with Alvin as her guide through the storm of their desire. The room was thick with the intoxicating blend of rain’s earthy scent and their heated passion. The air was heavy with the mingling aromas of their exertions and the rain outside, each breath a testament to the storm that raged both within and outside the room. Every sound—the gentle rustle of the sheets, the rhythmic dance of their breathing, the soft patter of raindrops against the window—melded into a hypnotic symphony, each note heightening their shared experience.

Victoria called from the front door before disappearing with her mate, Micah, and his date. I looked over at Raina who started twirling around in the rain, the happiest smile I’d ever seen on her face. She took the hair tie out of her hair, which was now fanning out around her. She looked like she belonged in the rain - like she was made for it. I didn’t know how that was possible but seeing her wet and unleashed, I’d never seen her look more beautiful. Nor had I ever seen her so happy. “Love,” I started. “You’re going to get sick.”

She drops her lips onto mine. The kiss is soft, slow, sensual, everything that is Kelsea. When we break apart, those eyes of hers are bright as hell again. "What's the most romantic thing you can imagine?" I whisper. Lord knows why I ask her this, I'll never be the type of man who can give it to her. "A proposal in the pouring rain." She's quick to answer. "I've always thought of the rain as romantic." She bites her lip. "You know, lazy days in bed, wet kisses, soaked clothes."