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.

still wet from the

“Dante—”

stops me. “Tonight, I’m going to study every

eyes widen, and I felt all the blood travel to my cheeks. It was burning from the intensity of

gazed at my body; it made me feel like

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

taking his sweet time

his 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 away. I

button. He stayed there for a few seconds longer than I expected him to. I think he’s hesitant to carry his gaze any lower. My legs were shut tightly, and I knew I

sure why I

for him to get

a different shade. Almost black. I’ve

eyes. I gasp at its size. I’ve heard girls talking in the academy about this before. I knew what it meant. He was aroused. I was doing this to him. I felt overjoyed at this fact. It meant that he did honestly like what he saw. I’d heard girls say that they weren’t satisfied by their boyfriend and the size of his. . . But Dante, I didn’t have anything to

to be inside me? I flushed at the thought. Why was I thinking so far ahead? I was sure Dante was not about to do anything more than look at me tonight. He’s still looking,

away, and surprisingly, it doesn’t make me nervous. It makes me want to touch myself and show

thoughts. But with Dante,