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

a whirlpool of

throat before he grabs my legs and pulls me towards him. My back hits the door as he buries his face between

What was he doing?

felt his nose right

“D-Dante—”

he smelling me down

that realization. I hear another low growl before

inside

myself. I can feel something begin to

I bury my hands in his hair. Dante’s hold on my thighs tightened as he pulled

against

of you is f*****g perfect, Willow.” He growls as he continues to taste me with his tongue. “It’s

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

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

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

begging him, and I’m unaware of what I’m begging

angles his face and begins to move faster inside of me. I can’t help but stare at him while he slides his tongue in and out of

of me as his

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

He says before I can ask

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

as I watch him jump out of the jeep