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—”

I was doing something wrong anymore. I knew now that my actions made him want to f**k me. His words.

watch as a whirlpool of emotions runs

he grabs my legs and pulls me towards him.

What was he doing?

his nose right

“D-Dante—”

smelling

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

tongue. It’s inside my p***y.

can feel something begin to grow inside of

tightened as he pulled me closer so his tongue could go even

against my p***y, and

continues to taste me with his tongue. “It’s

more like him making love to me. I must be crazy for thinking this. But he was so gentle. He

tells me how

I beg for something I didn’t even know I wanted. I’m moving

and I’m unaware

and begins to move faster inside of me. I can’t help

Dante took in as much of me as

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

before I can ask him what

winced as he adjusted his pants. I could still see the big bulge. It looked painful. Was he in pain

watch him jump out