The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 173

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 9

~WILLOW~

My eyes widen at the sudden attack on my lips.

Dante was kissing me. My husband was finally kissing me for the first time in our marriage.

I should have been happy, and I probably would have been under different circumstances. This wasn’t how I wanted our first kiss to be. He wasn’t thinking of me while his lips were on mine.

In his mind, he’s kissing my sister. He was still dreaming of her. I felt my heart sink at realizing how pathetic my life was.

This couldn’t be happening to me. How much more cruel could this life be to me?

I lost my sister. I married her lover. He’s finally kissing me, and she’s the one he’s thinking about.

The worst part about this was that I couldn’t compete with Anya. She wasn’t here for me to compete. And even if she were still alive, I wouldn’t dream of doing that to her. I had nothing but love in my heart for my sister. I knew she wasn’t perfect, and I know she did some horrible things, but she was still my sister, and I loved her. While she was alive, she has always protected and loved me as well; even while dying, protecting me was on her mind.

Dante groans, and it sends a shockwave throughout my body. I gasped when I felt something between my legs, a strange yet pleasurable feeling I’d never felt before.

I’m not happy that I’m enjoying this kiss. It wasn’t meant for me. I shouldn’t like it as much as I did. Dante’s lips were soft against mine, and his hands were now on my waist. Even they had a powerful hold on me.

I should be pushing him away. Why wasn’t I doing that?

When he finally lifts his lips from mine, I can breathe again but not for long. Dante surprises me by moving to my neck. The moment his lips touched my skin, I lost all control of my body. I can’t stop myself as I bury my hands in his hair.

Dante smells better than any perfume I’ve ever had in my entire lifetime. It makes me

dizzy with pleasure and need combined as

against my neck, and I swear I feel

can f*****g smell you.” He says in a

I gasp.

part, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good. It was like

A dark paradise that I had to escape

name as I place both hands on his shoulders and try to push him off me. As much as I enjoyed this, I couldn’t let him continue. I couldn’t use his

begs. “I need you tonight, Anya. I

words made everything inside of me

“I love you, Anya.”

then that ice

me!” I shout. “Get off me,

to him. He blinks once, then twice, before looking at me. I knew that he could see me this time and

He croaks in

I’m not sure what to say to make this better. I couldn’t exactly tell him that I

need to tell him,

swollen lips before sniffing the air, and his

earlier about being able to smell me. I feel all the blood rush to my cheeks. Could he still smell

was enjoying everything he’d done to

do?” He whispers

he’s speaking to me. I think he’s

touches his lips, still in

explain what happened. “You were shouting Anya’s name. You were having a dream

his gaze back to me, “Did I—” he swallows like he

you,

him. I did not want to make him feel worse than