My Summer Girl

Chapter Twenty-Three

Raevar

Obsesíon – Frankie J

My body trembles, seekingher out. The nightmare fueling my fearful awakening was of her leaving me. Not believing we were meant to be. It’s hard for me to imagine an existence without her now that we’re fated. She’s mine.

Sitting up on my elbows, reality comes pounding into my hungered stomach. We fell asleep outside after our ride with Dormir, and it’s been peaceful since. Other than the nightmare.

“Raevar,” she moans, but it’s not a pleasure-filled one. It’s sleepy sounding.

“Right here, little sweet,” I say scratchily, pulling her nearer. Her scent intoxicates me. Like a fresh peach cobbler with cream on top. It relieves the anxious part of me that the dreams brought. Unable to resist, I place my lips to her forehead, leaving the softest kiss there. Inhaling her scent is weird—she’s mentioned it before—but it’s like an aphrodisiac.

“Think it’ll rain today?” she asks on a yawn, her voice soft and drowsy. I inhale her heady scent once more before answering.

“Yes, I think it will.”

Scanning the skies, I note the changing shade. It tells me not only will it rain today, but it’ll storm, and that Vera is not content with my long and strung-out journey.

“Really?” she whispers with awe.

“If you look up, you’ll see the clouds already forming,” I explain, pointing at the dark shades. “Should even be within the hour.”

She lets out the cutest little squeal, moving her pert ass against my growing erection. Shit. It’s been increasingly hard keeping my hands off of her the last two days. I continue to find ways to touch her, brush hair strands away from her face, and cuddle with her when it’s night.

She doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, she seems inclined to push into these movements, like she can somehow feel our bond growing.

“I get to be naked,” she muses, shaking against me. I’m not sure if the movement is purposeful, but I decide to hold her waist, not willing to make her uncomfortable with how hard my dick currently is.

“Yes, sweetness. Naked, dancing, and with me.”

“Will you be dancing with me?” she teases, twisting her body to face me. I loosen my grip on her hips and cup her jaw reverently.

“Anything you ask, I’ll do.”

“You’re so sweet to me,” she admits. “I’m so lucky I fell into your lap, so to speak.”

How far your fall was isn’t lost on me.

I think of how many lies are between us and how much I know I need to tell her. It hurts me to lie, to keep secrets, and to admit this entire trip was fabricated by me.

Will she hate me when all is revealed, or will she revel in my dedication?

I sit up with her in tow, reaching for my satchel. I’ve stuffed some fruit and meat sticks in there for us. I pull out a green fruit, shaped like a star with extra points. She hums her approval and I take out my knife, cutting it in half.

With my thumb and the blade, I scoop out the seeds that aren’t edible and then hand it to her. Her eyes widen with the wet juice sliding down it and she sticks her tongue out for a taste.

“Delicious,” she praises, taking a nibble of the flesh. It’s a tangy fruit, not super sweet, but it gives energy and makes your body feel full fairly quickly.

She takes another fleshy bite and laughs as the juice dribbles down her chin. Before she can wipe it, I lean forward and do it. Bringing my finger to my mouth, popping it in.

Not looking away from me, she continues her chewing but her eyes stare at my mouth, giving me far too many ideas of what I want to do to and with her.

“Eat,” she tells me, pointing to the other half of the fruit.

“I’d much rather watch you enjoy it,” I answer in kind. She lets out a little laugh before biting my shoulder. I don’t even flinch at the action, wanting her to bite me everywhere.

“If you don’t eat, you can’t dance in the rain with me,” she bargains with a raised brow. It’s cute how her nostrils flare when she’s being petulant, and especially with the way her nose piercings move with every expression.

“Fine,” I grumble with a teasing lilt. “Happy?” I take a bite from mine, forgetting about the seeds and having to spit them out as I chew.

She nods, her smile big and bright, offering me the cutest dimples known to man. “Yes. I want you to take care of yourself.” She pinches my arm, bringing my attention to her once more. “When will we reach your queen?”

I flinch, worrying that she doesn’t want to be around me for longer than necessary. But then she cups my jaw, or tries to. Her hands are tiny.

“A day or three,” I murmur, knowing I’m taking the longest detour. We could’ve been there already. Not just because of the ports but because there are ways to call for horses.

She nods. “I really need to shower,” she says, to which I laugh.

“We did in the lake.”

“It’s not the same,” she replies, sticking out her tongue. “I want conditioner, oils, creams, and soap, and clothes.” Her exasperation has me smiling. She’s right. I didn’t think ahead, not having outfits planned for her.

“My hair doesn’t love this environment without its treatments. It’s not made for not having leave-in conditioners.” Her pout is adorable but I also didn’t think of that when taking her.

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.