The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 207

Book 3 Chapter 43

~DANTE~

f**k ME.

If I didn’t get Willow down from that jeep in time, I would have f****d her hard against it without a second thought.

I wanted her. I f*****g wanted her.

I felt like I would snap the second I got my hands on her sweet body. That’s why I stopped it before anything could happen.

I know I’d managed to hurt her again. I could sense her sadness from my seat.

f**k.

Her scent burned the f*****g air. I could smell her. I could smell her everywhere. And damn it. I wanted to spread her legs and bury my nose in her p***y.

“Did I do something wrong?” She whispers.

Ah—s**t. Even her voice was pulling me in.

She did do something wrong. She spread her f*****g legs wide for me without me asking. When I looked at her legs, I wasn’t planning on looking there. I wasn’t prepared for Willow spreading them so wide and displaying her p***y for me like it was a painting in a damn museum.

I breathed in hard and immediately regretted it. I’m hit with her powerful scent. My hands tighten on the steering wheel. I can’t find the strength to speak. All of my inner strength was preoccupied. It was too busy keeping me off Willow.

please tell me

as I wanted to drive the jeep off a cliff and end this t*****e, I couldn’t. She was in here with me. And I at least had

talking, Willow,”

I can hold myself back. I was considering leaving the jeep for her and getting

spread my legs for you?” She whispers. “Did

MOTHERFUCKER.

ask that? It was pretty evident how much I f*****g loved it. Her innocence was dangerous. Did she not see how f*****g hard my d**k was? I’m

would dream of her pretty pink clit waiting for someone like me to devour it. I’ll dream

her to stay quiet. “I just wanted you to see that part of me. I can’t explain it. I’ve never felt that way before. I needed

growl. “I’m begging you. Please stay quiet. I don’t want to talk about this.

speaking, and I felt only a little relaxed. I still had to get her back to the beach house. I needed to

hands to myself for Willow’s sake. It was for Willow. Not for Anya. Not touching her was solely for her. I didn’t want to

by an asshole like me. She deserved someone

as it remained there, I

I needed to get

Never. Except probably accept that Damon would marry Anya in the past, a wedding that never happened. Even marrying Willow wasn’t as difficult

Think about something else. Anything but her spreading her legs and displaying her f*****g p***y to you. And I swear it was the prettiest p***y I’d ever seen in my life. I knew it would have been like that. I knew it would have been perfect, just like every other part of her. That’s why I didn’t want to look. But

chest when I hear Willow wiping her nose