Novel & Cerita Un Beso Bajo La Lluvia

Tonight, I just moved. I let myself dance like I meant it, like my body belonged to me instead of to deadlines and dress codes. I let the music take me somewhere beyond the suffocating precision of my daily existence. Let his hand slip just a little lower, testing boundaries I'd forgotten I was allowed to have. It wasn't love. It definitely wasn't love—I didn't even know his last name. It wasn't even lust, not really. It was something more desperate and necessary than desire. It was release.

The sky above Jakarta didn't just leak; it collapsed. Thunder rolled across the horizon like a barrage of heavy artillery, shaking the very foundations of the mansion. For Sari, the violence of the weather was a blessing. She stood at the heavy iron servant’s door, her hand hovering over the latch. Rain lashed against the wood, the sound a deafening roar that masked the frantic thudding of her heart. "Now or never," she hissed to herself. "Move, Sari. Move!"

“Standing here in that dress… looking at me like that.” “Maybe I like dangerous games,” I whispered back, my hand resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under my palm. Lucas’s gaze dropped to my lips. He leaned down slowly, giving me every chance to pull away, but I didn’t. Our lips met in a soft, teasing kiss that quickly deepened. His mouth was warm and confident, his tongue gently exploring mine as the rain continued to pour around us. I moaned softly into the kiss, my hand fisting in his wet shirt.

The crowd were all gone, shooed by the sudden appearance of the rain. The cloud cried a downpour of torrential rain, but it is not enough to stop Ambrose from beating the shit out of me. He was about to punch me again in the face but stopped just as his knuckles were about to hit my face. I looked at Ambrose’s eyes and he was staring back at me. Our eyes met and with the calming sound of the rain hitting the ground, he inched his face closer to mine. The sheer anger that was once painted in Ambrose’s face was now gone, replaced with this canvas of pure confusion. He grabbed me by my jaw and the next thing I know; he was already kissing me.

I really wanted to change her mood. "Okay." She looked at my hand and placed her hand over my hand, moving her eyes to my face. We passed a smile to each other before stepping out of the car. We're standing out of the car in front of each other and rain is cascading down our body, drenching our clothes. We're gazing at each other, our eyes filled with immense love. The atmosphere is pleasant and romantic. As I placed my hand on her wet face, she closed her eyes to feel my touch. She parted her lips seductively as I brushed the wet bottom of her lower lip with my thumb and my fingers are kept on her cheek.

All that exists is her, the taste of her lips, the feel of her against me. The rain is relentless, soaking through our clothes, plastering her hair to her face, but it only adds to the rawness of this moment. Her lips are soft against mine, yielding yet eager, and I deepen the kiss, my hands sliding into her hair, pulling her closer. The sensation of her body pressed against mine, the rain cascading down around us. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating.

“Julius Alexander, get in this shower right now! I want to look upon your handsome face and Greek God-like body and fuck you in this shower and on that bed until we pass out and wake at nightfall! Then I will make passionate love to you on the beach and...” I don’t let her finish. I rush under the waterfall and kiss her with all the passion I feel. The same passion as the night of the storm. She wraps her legs around me and the water falls on her breast as she pulls back gasping for air. I’m hard against her clit. She looks so vulnerable despite her words. Breathing heavy staring into my eyes.

The rain increased in speed, it became larger and heavier as it fall over them. The cloud rumbled loudly, Elizabeth groaned, pulling apart from him. Her face was flushed with colours and lips were swollen. " Leonardo", Elizabeth whispered. " The rain, it is getting heavy." Leo helped her up, he twirled her around making her laughed. Pulling her back to him, she rested her head on his chest, breathing in his musky scent. They were dancing in the rain, with no music and no one watching them. Elizabeth looked at the man she love and cherish, she chuckled lightly, the effect of the kiss was still visible on her face.

We've faced hardships and danger together, but through it all, our love has only grown stronger. Leaning in, I press my lips against his, sealing our connection in a tender, heartfelt kiss. The rain continues to fall outside as if nature is celebrating our love story. In that stolen moment, with the raindrops as our witnesses, we find solace and strength in each other's embrace. No matter what challenges lie ahead, I know that as long as we have each other, we can weather any storm. And as the rain continues to pour, we stand together, cherishing the simple joy of being in each other's arms. At this moment, time seems to stand still, and all that matters is the love we share, dancing in the

The sound of raindrops tapping gently on the roof provided a serene backdrop to their moment, adding to the intimacy of the atmosphere. Without further hesitation, Nestor leaned in once more, his lips meeting Carmela's in a tender yet passionate kiss. This time, there was a profound silence between them, filled only with the rhythmic pitter-patter of rain outside. As the rain cooled the air around them, Nestor sought to ignite a different kind of warmth within the cozy confines of the hut, a warmth that enveloped both him and Carmela in a world of their own. “Nestor…”