The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 196

Book 3 Chapter 32

~DANTE~

I don’t know how to answer that question.

A part of me screams yes. Another part, the part of me that still belongs to Anya, shouts no.

I swallow hard once more, “do you want to?”

I don’t know why I’m entertaining this conversation but I want an answer.

Her nose is pressed against my throat, “do I want to what?” She asks.

Maybe I shouldn’t be driving when she’s distracting me like this. It wasn’t a good idea at all.

“Do you want to touch me?” I ask her. I don’t know why I’m even asking this. But I need to f*****g know her answer.

“I already am.” She whispers as she presses a kiss to my throat. I swear I f*****g see stars.

Stars? I must be losing my mind.

“You can touch me too.” She whispers seductively as she rubs her lower half against mine.

rock. I was sure she could feel it under that tiny bikini bottom. It barely covered anything, to begin with. If I looked a little lower, I could see

f**k!

about her. I can’t. I would

on the steering wheel; I had to keep my grip on the damn thing before I used my hands to do something else.

don’t think that’s a good idea, Willow.” I

knew the right thing to do was to stop the vehicle, but I knew if I did, I wouldn’t have anything distracting me from her. And

I explain. “You don’t know what you’re saying or doing. I don’t think this is something you

stuck in my throat when she presses harder on top of

Motherfucker.

consider doing it if you knew I

an abrupt stop at her question. I couldn’t stop myself this time. Was this just the

This time I had no choice but to touch her—one

making

want me to touch you?” I ask in a hoarse

even aware she had thoughts like this on her mind. However, I knew there

my hands

her beautiful breasts in my own hands. They fit perfectly, like they

my attention away from her for a few seconds. Where did

in her direction, her lips parted and cheeks flushed. All the blood drains from my face when her arousal hits my nose. It was so f*****g high that it was possible she’d just. . . That can’t be true. She wouldn’t have climaxed just from my

she continues to rub her lower body against mine. “Please repeat it, Dante. Tell me that I’m your wife.

f**k. f**k. f**k.

her voice was doing unspeakable things to my body. It was like a damn spell, an enchantment. She was trapping me with her voice and scent. She was snapping my