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.

of his warmth. My body was still wet from the

“Dante—”

I’m going to study every inch

travel to my cheeks. It was burning from the intensity of

as he gazed at my

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

moving quickly; he was taking his sweet time sweeping his gaze from my chest to my

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

he’s hesitant to carry his gaze any lower. My legs were shut tightly, and I knew I wanted him to see that part of me between my

I

drops his gaze lower, I can’t stop myself as I spread my legs wide enough for

different shade. Almost black.

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 compare, but I was

thought. Why was I thinking so far ahead? I was sure

make me nervous. It makes me want to touch myself and show

But with Dante, I had no control. I wanted things I’d never wanted in the