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“You’ll look great. It will fit perfectly.”

The bottoms—looking even smaller—would definitely have her sweet cheeks sticking out for me to stare at all day.

“It looks like my undergarments,” she giggled.

“Yeah, but this is a swimsuit. I have others if you don’t like it.” I tried to hide my disappointment.

She swung it around until it landed on her shoulder. “I got this.” She strutted into the small changing room.

“Good fucking girl.”

Chapter 30

Lucifer

Alright,thebikiniwasa bad idea.Uriel just pranced out of the tent—like she was a damn pixie.

Her perky little ass jiggled as she opened the flap and let the golden hue of the sun trickle on her skin. She sighed heavily as I carried our towels, chairs, icebox of food, and yes, even some damn sandcastle molds.

If she didn’t get the proper childhood, I’d give it to her now because I was damn well falling in love with her.

Her toes hit the surf as I laid out our chairs and blanket. She bent her ass right over, her swimsuit hitting the crevice of her cheeks which I hope to hit later in the day.

She was fucking gorgeous. I hope Aphrodite doesn’t come down here to curse my mate for showing her up.

Uriel stooped down and let the sand run between her fingers, just like a child would do the first time touching a new substance. Small crabs and birds approached her, inspecting the innocent woman. Uriel’s eyes darted up, watching the animals as they came closer.

Surely these animals would find anyone a threat, even if this is the purest of beaches in all Bergarian.

But they didn’t.

They came right up to her, even as her tiny finger rubbed each one on the head. Their eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of her touch.

I was getting damn jealous over fowl and crustaceans.

I wanted to be the only animal she touched. Taking a deep breath, I walked over to her to bring her a bucket and a shovel. My swimsuit, which already sat at mid-thigh, was hiking up from the tent in my trunks.

Yeah, beach day before claiming my mate was a bad idea.

“Uriel.” I reached down, rubbing her back. Sitting beside her, I handed her a bucket and a shovel. Her bright eyes looked at the bucket, and she began to just watch the sand pour inside. She concentrated, watching it drip with the salty water.

I cleared my throat; I wanted to know more about my bunny.Even if shewasjust sitting in her home all day, what exactly did she do besides studying?

The most cliché questions came to mind as she spouted off answers one by one.

“Bunny, what’s your favorite color?”

Of course.It was a rainbow, because ‘she loved every color.’

Uriel’s goal in life was to teach. She loved learning, and she loved books. Teaching other children what she knew seemed like the most logical thing for her.

The questions became deeper, and the few things she wanted in her life were so simple, that they were almost boring. One might think she was crazy.

She always wanted to feel the grass between her toes, have the sunlight warm her chocolate locks, and have time to sit and paint a pretty sunrise or play with other children. Her golden eyes warmed as she professed her wants and desires, and my heart only ached for her to attain what she has always wanted.

It wasn’t until the last desire she recited, that she struck me in the darkest places of my soul.

“I always wanted what my parents have.” She looked out over the ocean. “How they look at each other; how they touch one another.” Uriel’s head turned back to me as our thighs touched, and the heat of the Bergarian light sources hit our backs. “Kinda like what I see with you,” she said bashfully, looking away.

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