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 wasn’t scared that I was doing something wrong anymore. I knew now that my actions made him want to f**k me. His

of emotions

and pulls me towards him. My back hits the door as he buries

What was he doing?

I felt his nose right

“D-Dante—”

he smelling me down

I hear another low growl before I felt something

inside

to grow inside of

tightened as he pulled me closer

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

to taste me with his tongue. “It’s wrong. It’s so

this what it 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.

how perfect I am. No one has ever

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

and I’m unaware

me. I can’t help but stare at him

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

me without any warning and covers my body with the robe. I’m startled by his actions yet again. What

here.” He says before I can ask him

his pants. I could still see the big bulge. It looked painful. Was

him jump out of the