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

watch as a whirlpool of emotions runs

torn from his throat before he grabs my legs and pulls me towards him. My back hits the door

What was he doing?

felt his nose right

“D-Dante—”

smelling me down

burn at that realization. I hear another low growl before I felt

inside

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

on my thighs tightened as he

vibrates against my p***y, and I

he continues to taste me with his tongue. “It’s wrong. It’s so f*****g wrong how perfect you are. No one should be allowed to be this

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

me were kind. He always tells me how

even know I

I’m unaware of what I’m

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

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

without any warning and covers my body with

He says before I can ask him what was

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

anything as I watch him jump out of the jeep and