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—”

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

whirlpool of emotions runs

me towards him. My

What was he doing?

I felt his

“D-Dante—”

he smelling

felt my cheeks begin to burn at that realization. I hear another low growl before I felt something that

tongue. It’s inside my

begin to grow inside of me. It was so strong that it made me

my hands in his hair. Dante’s hold on my thighs tightened as he pulled me closer so his tongue could go even deeper

roars against me. His voice vibrates against my p***y, and I cry out some

the taste of you is f*****g perfect, Willow.” He growls as he continues to taste me with his tongue. “It’s wrong. It’s so f*****g wrong how perfect you are. No one

me. I must be crazy for thinking this.

were kind. He always tells me how perfect I am. No one has ever called me

I didn’t even know I

him, and I’m unaware

faster inside of me. I can’t help but stare at him while he slides

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

and covers my body with

I can ask

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

jump out of the jeep