Page 61 of My Summer Girl

Hades, I only really thought of her and needing her and somehow making her the one for Vera. Now, I’m not too sure.

Vera’s going to hate me.

Before I can do much of anything else after cleaning my knife, the first few droplets of rain hit. One on my forehead, my cheek, and then finally my lips.

I touch the grass and think of my queen. I’m so sorry. It’s a communication she’ll receive once she’s touching her feet to the outside.

She’ll question me, and then maybe she’ll know that I’ve done something wrong.

“It’s raining!” Dulce screams happily. Practically jumping up, she immediately goes for the shirt of mine she’s been wearing for days. Shimmying out of it, she runs off. I don’t even get a moment to appreciate the view before she’s running through the fields of flowers.

She squeals as the petals brush against her and happily hoots as she twirls. I don’t take the time to think; I quickly undress and chase my girl, knowing I’ll be seeing her body once more.

When I finally get to her, I grab her waist and twirl her naked form. Her thick thighs beg for my teeth, her breasts too.

In the moment as her body slides down, our eyes connect. Rain pelts us both but it doesn’t even matter. Right now, nothing exists but her happiness—and me living in that with her.

I let her feet hit the ground, moving us in a slow glide. We have traditional dances here and as the hand of the queen, I’ve always been forced to learn them. Vera hates to dance but she likes when I dance with her.

After several steps, I go for a more traditional dance that’s not Soleran, but ones Oruknas practice. A little breath escapes Dulce as I confidently grip her hand and waist, tapping my feet and twisting her body with me inward and then back out.

It takes her no time to understand. She follows my lead, knowing exactly the dance I’m doing. As we move together, I feel more connected than I ever thought possible with another person. She knows my culture, my dances, the way we’re moving is thoughtless and free, practiced and natural.

We move, and I pull her across my body and then we switch directions back and forth once more, twirling together as the rain comes down in buckets. It smells like Solera, damp and welcoming—always home.

She taps in tune with me, we turn and move in sync, something easy and perfect.

“It’s so beautiful out here,” Dulce interrupts my thoughts, her eyes filled with joy. She’s so carefree, like sunshine after all the clouds clear.

“It is,” I concur, leaning into her throat and inhaling her scent. Unable to stop the pull, I brush against her pulse with my cheek, nuzzling her like I have the right. “Go dance some more, sweetness.” With those words, I twirl her, giving her several spins before letting her go off.

As much as I want to keep dancing and touching her, I know it’ll lead to me sinking deep inside her, and I’m not sure she’s ready for that.

She bounces and giggles as she runs and spins. Much like when she was at the lake in Amantes, she allows herself to be carefree.

My body hums with pride, knowing I helped her exist in her element, giving her something to be happy about.

“Raev! Come dance!”

Resisting her is futile, and I run toward her. She squeals and runs from me. Her expression is one of pure bliss as she weaves through the flowers. I can’t deny the way my cock hardens, hitting my stomach as I run after her.

There’s something so primal about chasing someone, it floods my veins with purpose. She’s mine and while she might not know it yet, she will, and I’ll claim her.

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