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. Even I’m not sure what just happened, the Atticus I knew would never lose control and kiss me so ravishingly in front of everyone he

that opportunity to smile; I wanted her to know

her eyes at me and I just know that if she wasn’t so concerned about her reputation she would have

and I gasped as I slid down his body. I knew what I just felt. His pulsing hot but huge need. This proved that he wasn’t unaffected by my

his feet,

drunk.” He finally says in

I’m not giving her any more of my attention. I was too mesmerized by Atticus to waste my time

wasn’t looking at me anymore; he was examining our surroundings, maybe trying to figure out who had seen our passionate kiss. He seemed pleased with what he saw. Did

While she did succeed,

We can’t let my parents nor yours see you in this condition. Especially not when

was holding my hand; otherwise, I would have been swaying from left to right. I was

the cup of water 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

bite my lip, “you

looks perplexed, “how would I know why you

the cup from me only to hold it to my

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

I answered; I knew he

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

his gaze is electric as he asks in a smooth