Page 103 of My Summer Girl

Chapter Forty-One

Raevar

Slip – Anees

What the fuck am I doing?

What is happening?

Her lips are on mine, and my palms are pressed against her. One on her ass, the other gripping her stomach in the most possessive way I’ve ever offered. All her curves, her stretch marks, and those thick fucking thighs have me near losing my mind.

She’s sexy as hell, and the fact that she has more to give only makes me want to rut into her until I put a baby inside her.

My cock throbs with the craving for her. I’ve never allowed myself to feel this. This overwhelming obsession to bury myself inside her, finally claim her as mine, and be hers forever.

Pressing against my pants, I beg for her not to run from the hardness or the fact that if she’d give me an inch, I’d fuck her without thinking twice.

Would she even want that?

“Do you remember how you asked me for help?” I pointedly ask, thinking of how maddening it was to watch her with others. “You asked me to guide them, to show them exactly what you like. Can you imagine what it was like having you splayed out in the open, touched, licked, and fucked and I couldn’t even do it for them?”

She gasps, her eyes widening in shock and a bit of shame. All while I let out a groan that’s both husky and agonized in its depth.

“It’s the way they couldn’t flick your clit or suck it properly. How there are two spots inside of you that bring you pleasure, or the way your clit morphs when you’re excited, latching onto clits and sliding up and down cocks that didn’t deserve you.” My voice deepens, the lust and denial warring inside me.

I used to stand and kneel and force other monster’s faces deeper between her thighs when they were doing it wrong, wanting to shove them away and take their place. I’d have done anything for her, and the scent of her arousal when I couldn’t have her was so fucking maddening.

When our gazes connect, I see the desperation and desire mirrored there. “I could’ve pleased you. I wanted to. Since I couldn’t, I showed them exactly what to do,” I continue.

“I know, Raev. I know,” she woefully admits, using the name Dulce uses with me. Part of me liking the sound of it, the other wishing she’d call her hers. “I didn’t think it bothered you. You never said anything.”

My eyebrows raise of their own accord and then I narrow them, wondering how she could think I’d betray the vows I made to her at eighteen summers—to never love another. I failed. “What was I supposed to do? You are mi reina, my queen, the fucking ruler of this entire realm. I would’ve taken a sword to the chest if you so much as asked me to.”

Her hand rests against her chest as it rises and falls heavily. My words are not only hitting her, but I can tell she’s fighting her own attraction. Clenching my jaw so I don’t shout “Tell me no! Let me put myself out of the misery of not being yours!”

“But you were hurting...” She trails off. Vera’s eyes shutter before she brings her hands to my head, running them through my hair. Hair I never allow to be down and messy as it is now. “I don’t want your pain, Raevar.”

Her words wound me and I flinch from them. Did she not see my constant battle? The way as soon as she orgasmed and sent her partners away, that I’d run far the fuck away and jerk myself until my cock numbed itself from the action?

“I’d do it again,” I say. “I’d rip out my own heart and hand it to you. That’s how integral your happiness is to me.”

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