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.

me what I

drive the jeep off a cliff and end this t*****e, I couldn’t.

Willow,” I

was considering leaving the jeep for her and getting back on my damn feet—anything to

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

MOTHERFUCKER.

she not see how f*****g hard my d**k

of her pretty pink clit waiting for someone like me to devour it.

quiet. “I just wanted you to see

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

only a little relaxed. I still had to get her back to the beach house. I needed to be around people. That way,

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

Willow did love me, I couldn’t hurt her like that. I couldn’t do it to her. She deserved only the best. She didn’t deserve to be f****d by an asshole like me. She deserved someone who would make love to her. Someone that would worship her body. I wasn’t capable of that. Not now. And I didn’t

the past. As long as it remained there, I couldn’t take

again; that’s all I needed to

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

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

sharp pain in my chest when I hear Willow wiping her nose and sniffling