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—”

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

whirlpool of emotions runs through

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

What was he doing?

I felt his nose

“D-Dante—”

smelling

burn at that realization. I hear another

inside my p***y.

to do with myself. I can feel something begin to grow inside of me. It was so strong that it made

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

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

perfect, Willow.” He growls as he continues to taste me with his tongue.

feel like it. It felt more like him making love to me. I must be crazy for thinking this. But he was

how perfect I am. No one has ever called

I didn’t even know I wanted. I’m moving my body faster against

unaware of

help but stare at him while he

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

my body with

says before I can ask him what was

see the big bulge. It looked painful. Was he in pain

as I watch him jump out of