The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 206

Book 3 Chapter 42

~WILLOW~

I knew I should stay quiet. I knew I shouldn’t be begging him for this. I didn’t think I’d ever turn into someone like this. Why was I so desperately looking for Dante’s attention? Why did I need him so badly? Why did it feel like I would die if he didn’t touch me soon?

I had so many questions and no one to help answer them. My mother never taught me any of this. She never taught me what it would be like when I finally had feelings for a man. She never taught me what it meant to love someone other than my family.

I was learning every new thing about my body on my own.

I had to be in love with Dante. The more I thought if it, the more confident I was that the feelings in my heart were love and nothing else.

“Do you know what you’re asking me to do Willow?” he asks. I can barely recognize his voice. It sounded much different than it usually did.

“I said it, didn’t I?” I remind him. “I know what I want. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I was just telling you how I felt. I don’t expect you to do it.”

I gasped when Dante grabbed me by my waist without any warning and lifted me out of the water. He guided my legs so that they were now wrapped around his waist.

Oh.

Even that felt amazing. Clinging onto him without any clothes on. We were both still very n***d. I tightened my arms around his neck and leaned against him as I allowed him to walk with me. I wasn’t sure where he was taking me, but I would let him carry me wherever he wished.

My back hits the front of his jeep suddenly. He leaves me spread out on top of it as he walks backward without looking at my face.

from the loss of his warmth. My body was still wet from the water, and the coolness of the wind did

“Dante—”

going to study every inch of your body like it’s a f*****g

my cheeks. It was

as he gazed at my body; it made me feel

gaze drops from my neck to my chest. He was breathing hard, so hard that I

wasn’t moving quickly; he was taking his sweet time sweeping his gaze from

breath hitch, but it’s also very possible that the sound came from me and not him. I wasn’t sure, not now. I couldn’t look

I think he’s hesitant to carry his gaze any lower. My legs were shut tightly, and

wasn’t sure why I needed it so

for him to get a good view of the

a different shade. Almost black. I’ve never seen it look this dark

doing this to him. I felt overjoyed

thinking so far ahead? I was sure Dante was not about to do anything more than look at me tonight. He’s still looking, in

make me nervous. It makes

didn’t think I would ever have such dirty thoughts. But with Dante,