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—”

that I was doing something wrong anymore. I knew now

whirlpool of

me towards him. My back hits the door as he buries his face

What was he doing?

felt his nose right

“D-Dante—”

smelling me

another low growl

It’s inside my p***y.

begin to grow

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

against my p***y, and I cry out some

his tongue. “It’s wrong. It’s

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. But he was so gentle. He wasn’t rough. He wasn’t

words to me were kind. He always tells me how perfect I am. No one

for something I didn’t even know I

I’m unaware of

and begins to move faster inside of me. I can’t help but stare at him while he

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

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

He says before I

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

anything as I watch him jump