The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 208

Book 3 Chapter 44

~WILLOW~

I gasp when I felt myself grow extremely wet between my legs just from Dante’s words.

Did he want to f-fuck me? Why did that turn me on so much? At the academy, you learned plenty from the girls in the bathroom. I even heard this from them as well. I knew what it meant. At least, I think I did.

“I don’t understand,” I say. “Why is that such a bad thing? Doesn’t that also mean consummate our marriage?”

“Willow.” He groans. “You’re not a girl that’s meant to be f****d. You’re the kind of girl that you worship. You’re the kind of girl that deserves love. You need someone to make love to you, not f**k you. And right now, that’s all I’m capable of doing. And I won’t f*****g do that to you.”

Here goes my heart again. Why does every single thing that he says to me have such a strong effect on me?

“What if I want you to f**k me?” I ask.

Dante snaps his gaze my way at my question. I don’t think either of us realized I was still very n***d until now. We’d left so quickly that I didn’t bother covering up myself.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Willow.” He growls. His nails were digging into the sides of him, and I knew I was pushing it.

I wasn’t crying anymore now that I knew why he was pushing me away.

“Please, Dante,” I whisper. “I want this.”

He shook his head and covered his face with one hand. “Stop saying that, Willow. You don’t know what you want.”

I turn towards him, knowing exactly what affected him. He glances at me, and I can see the worry on his face.

“I know what I want.” I insist.

“Willow—”

legs wide in front of him for the second time tonight. I wasn’t scared that I was doing

watch as a whirlpool of emotions runs

me towards him. My

What was he doing?

his nose right in my

“D-Dante—”

he smelling me down

burn at that realization. I hear another low growl

It’s inside my

what to do with myself. I can feel something begin to grow inside

on my thighs tightened

roars against me. His voice vibrates against my

taste me with his tongue. “It’s

meant to be f****d? Because it didn’t feel like it. It felt more like him making love to me. I must be crazy for thinking this. But he was

words to me were kind. He always tells me how perfect

even know I wanted.

him, and I’m unaware of what I’m begging

his face and begins to move faster inside of me. I can’t help but stare

swipe of his tongue, Dante took in as much of me as his mouth would let him. I was fascinated looking

me without any warning and covers my body with the robe. I’m startled by

He says before I can ask him

winced as he adjusted his pants. I could still see the big bulge.

him jump out of the jeep and look