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.

lifetime. It makes me feel like I’m intoxicated even though I’ve never experienced what it

dizzy with pleasure and need combined

against my neck, and I swear I feel something wet between

can f*****g smell you.” He says

I gasp.

think I’ve ever felt this good. It was like a paradise I’d

that I had to

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

He begs. “I need you tonight, Anya.

inside of me turn to

“I love you, Anya.”

then that ice

I shout. “Get

twice, before looking at

croaks

this

need to tell him,

swollen lips before sniffing the air, and his eyes widen in

earlier about being able to smell me. I feel all the blood

he somehow tell my body was enjoying everything he’d done to

do?” He whispers in

think he’s speaking to me.

touches his lips,

what happened. “You were

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

you, Willow?” He

makes me want to lie to him. I did not want to make him