Our Summer Is Not Over - vanish into fiction

“……Dylan.”

“Didn’t I tell you just a few days ago what kind of relationship we would have?”

At his quiet anger, Mia’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Why are you angry?”

“I’m not angry.”

Dylan couldn’t even hide his feelings. Mia let out a short sigh and pushed against his chest. Whatever the reason, there was nothing good to be gained by provoking him further.

“I was too meddlesome, wasn’t I. I apologize. We’re not even that close.”

“Ha—”

“More than that, maybe we should talk with a bit more distance between us…”

Despite her request, Dylan moved even closer. With the desk right behind her, there was nowhere left to retreat.

“What are you doing?”

When her hips touched the desk, Mia, unwilling to be pushed any farther, straightened her posture with her hands behind her.

At that moment, the warmth pressing firmly against her belly drew her gaze downward.

“……!”

It wasn’t hard to figure out the source of that strange sensation. His trousers could not conceal such a menacing presence.

“Wait a minute.”

The memory of being pushed to her limits by Dylan not long ago sent chills down Mia’s spine as she fumbled against his chest.

He clearly seemed upset, so why was he excited in this situation? For a moment, Mia seriously wondered if Dylan had some kind of strange desires.

“Mia.”

Though his voice was controlled, the fierce hardness pressing against Mia’s lower body left clear evidence of itself.

“If you don’t understand, then memorize it.”

Mia’s face grew hot. Embarrassed, she tried to twist away, but Dylan’s low and even voice filled her ear.

“The fact that you and I are husband and wife.”

* * *

Dylan looked directly into Mia’s eyes, which had gone rigid at his words.

In those bright green eyes, like a forest, confusion was plain to see. She didn’t know the reason for his anger.

That fact made Dylan’s insides churn all over again.

Without a word, he reached for the light blue ribbon tied by Mia herself just below her chest. It came undone without the slightest resistance.

When he met her gaze again, Mia had lost her embarrassment and simply yielded herself, and the unpleasant conversation from just moments before began to fill his mind again.

Bring someone in? Introduce someone to me?

Turning her gently by the shoulders so as not to hurt her, Dylan pushed Mia down onto the desk. Caught off guard, she bent forward over the desk, squirming faintly but unable to escape with Dylan standing behind her.

It wasn’t hard to guess where her words had come from. Most likely, it was from what those nobles had said earlier.

They had tried to persuade Dylan, wanting the Rihardt title to be inherited, but he had no intention of complying.

In the first place, after a year, Dylan planned to leave the capital with Mia. He would give up his post as admiral and his position as the Duke of Rihardt, and live with Mia somewhere no one else was around, so none of that had real meaning to him.

“Dylan…!”

He undid and pulled down her clothes. Up until then, she had only shown a slight reaction, but now she twisted her body, her horror clear.

“Why are you calling me?”

Her shining hair scattered across the desk where he always worked. Just as grains of sand sparkle under the sunlight, her hair was dazzling to his eyes.

Dylan fixed his gaze on her hair for a moment. Sensing his blatant stare, Mia’s body grew rigid, but he didn’t care.

“What… What are you trying to do in this place?”

His eyes, dark and clouded, traveled down her body. The impulse inside him kept surging.

He wanted to grab a handful of that hair and let it slip between his fingers. He wanted to savor every strand.

While his thoughts lingered, Mia struggled on top of the clothes he’d laid out beforehand. Clothes and documents scattered.

“You don’t seem to understand our relationship very well yet.”

Dylan pressed her down firmly.

“I’ll show you.”

The shadow he cast over Mia threatened to swallow her whole. They weren’t looking into each other’s eyes, but it wasn’t hard to guess what was going through her mind.

She might be thinking of running away, but he wouldn’t let her.

With that force, Mia’s body stiffened.

While pressing along her back, Dylan undid his belt. He freed his erection, which had been swelling so much it pulled at the back of his neck. His penis sprang up, fierce and flushed as if it would burst at any moment.

He pushed himself between Mia’s trembling thighs, which shook like a small animal caught in a trap.

Gathering her thighs together with his hands, Mia tensed with all her strength. Savoring the pleasant pressure of her soft flesh, Dylan exhaled a slow breath. Holding her by the waist, Dylan began to move back and forth, using the strength of his hips.

With his slow movements, her pale skin was pushed forward and pulled back, again and again.

As Dylan’s manhood slowly dragged along her entrance, a soft moan spilled from Mia’s lips.