The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 25

I can hear the surprised gasps around us, but I don’t care. I want this. I want Anya to know that he’s mine, my husband, not hers. Atticus is stiff beneath me, making me wonder if he hates this. Does he hate my kiss? Does he wish it was Anya instead of me kissing him? I can’t stand the thought of that.

I gently pull away to look into his eyes. I want to see his expression; I want to know what he’s thinking even though I can’t read his mind. I can see the surprise lingering on his face, but there’s also something else in his gaze, something that makes my heart swell with joy; desire. His eyes are dark with desire.

That was all I needed to keep going. This time Atticus meets me halfway as our lips make contact once more. My body shivers as his taste fills my mouth. Atticus tastes better than anything else I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.

I grab onto his hair and moan as his lips practically cover mine. It’s like he’s eating them alive, and I love it. I want him to want me. I want him to enjoy this as much as I am doing. He moves from my bottom lip to my top, then pulls them both in before repeating. I’m letting him take the lead, I want him to take control. No, I want him to lose control.

Atticus grabs my waist suddenly, squeezing and rubbing on the skin there. I’m desperately trying to get closer to him now. This isn’t enough. It isn’t about proving he’s mine to anyone anymore. I’m practically trying to climb onto his body now with how desperate I am to get more of him. I think Atticus knows exactly what I want.

He spins us around and jams me up against the yacht before deepening the kiss. I immediately feel it all between my legs. I’m wet and aching for him. He was doing this to me—only him. No one else could make me feel like I was floating in the air and breathing happiness into my soul.

“Atticus.” I cry. “I need—,”

I don’t get to finish as he grabs my thighs and helps me wrap my legs around his body. I gasp as I feel something warm and hard the moment that he does this.

I cry out as his lips move from my mouth to my neck. He’s kissing every inch, letting my body know what it felt like to be on cloud nine.

“ATTICUS!” Anya screams, breaking though my happiness. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get her off you!”

neck and stares at me as though he doesn’t know what just came over him.

and I do the same. She’s red with rage; I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like this before. I used that opportunity to smile; I wanted her to know that she wasn’t the only one who could play dirty. If she tried to flirt with my husband openly, I had

that if she wasn’t so concerned about her reputation she would have tried to hit me again, but there were too many people here for her to

what I just felt. His pulsing hot but huge need. This proved that he wasn’t unaffected by

his feet, looking

He finally says in a disappointed

behind us, but I’m not giving her any more of my attention. I was

who had seen our passionate

Anya hissed. She was trying to catch his attention. While she did succeed, he didn’t go to her like I

gently takes my hand in his. “Let’s get you some water to drink. We can’t let my

been swaying from left to right. I was drunk, yes, but that kiss had left

and helps me onto a stool near the bar. “You’re aware of the trouble getting drunk today could have caused for yourself. You’re not someone that drinks like this. You’re lucky no one else saw what happened but my

bite my lip, “you know why

“how would I know

the cup from me only to

take a small sip, and he tells me to drink more. I do as he says, and he

reason I did,” I answered; I knew he was still waiting for me

I know I shouldn’t have said that. But I don’t seem to have any control over myself. I’m blurting things that I

to study my face, his gaze is electric as he asks in a smooth but alarmed tone, “me? I’m the