Amara used to love the rain. As a child, she would run barefoot through the streets, twirling under the downpour like it was magic. But now, rain is just a reminder of everything she's lost-of love that faded, of promises that never lasted. Buried in the routine of city life, she moves through the world guarded, unwilling to let anyone in.
On a rainy evening, a chance encounter on a train changes everything. When Amara drops her umbrella, Noah-a stranger with warm brown eyes and an easy smile-picks it up. A simple moment unfolds into an unexpected conversation, one that feels strangely effortless, like the beginning of something unspoken.
As their paths cross again, Amara finds herself drawn to Noah's quiet confidence, his ability to make the mundane feel lighter. But letting someone in means risking heartbreak again, and Amara isn't sure she's ready. Is this fleeting connection just a moment in time, or could it be the start of something real?
Echoes of Rain is a poignant, slow-burn romance about healing, fate, and the unexpected beauty found in life's smallest moments.
Professor's Dark Desire
[18+] - just as a warning this story contains themes of abuse, assault, and unhealthy relationships. If these topics are difficult for you, please read with caution because this story is definitely on the darker side of dark romance <3
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"Tell me you little slut....." his hand moved from her thigh, nearing her soaking wet pussy.
"Am I the first to touch you like this?" He paused, plunging his middle finger into her needy cunt. She let out a piercing cry as his finger grazed her tight hole. "Fucking answer me" he roared thrusting his middle finger in and out of her whilst devouring her clit, a feeling she was so unfamiliar to. He looked up at her, watching her helpless little face plead for mercy.
"Answer......"
She couldn't form a sentence "I-......" her eyes widened when he took her clit between his teeth as punishment for not answering.
"Maybe......" Alejandro hated her response, it triggered him. He thrusted another finger into her earning another cry.
"Who?" He demanded an answer as he angrily fingered her inexperienced pussy. Thrusting in and out in deep strokes, earning a guttural moan each time.
"I'll fucking kill him" he spoke huskily, moving up to her jaw, harshly kissing it, still ploughing his fingers inside of her.
"Tell me Yara, who the fuck has touched you like this" he bellowed, using his free hand to squeeze her jaw in a menacing grip, making her hiss. He withdrew his hand mid-stroke, bringing his drenched fingers up to her and shoving them in her mouth, making her taste her own juices.
"Does he make you this wet?" He dug his fingers deeper into the back of the throat. Inflaming her gag reflexes. She let out a muffled sob.....