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—”

the second time tonight. I wasn’t scared that I was doing something wrong anymore. I knew now that my actions made him

a whirlpool of emotions runs

grabs my legs and pulls me towards him. My back hits the door as

What was he doing?

eyes widen when I felt his nose right in my intimate

“D-Dante—”

smelling

another

It’s inside my

I can feel something begin to grow inside of

my thighs tightened as he pulled me

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

is f*****g perfect, Willow.” He growls as 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

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 hurting me. He

tells me how perfect I am. No one has ever called me perfect

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

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

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

his tongue, Dante took in as much of me

warning and covers my body with the robe. I’m startled by his actions yet again. What

I can ask him what

pants. I could still see the big

don’t say anything as I watch him jump out of the jeep and look