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—”

was

of emotions runs

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

What was he doing?

felt his nose right in

“D-Dante—”

smelling me

realization. I hear another low growl before I felt something that sends my a*s off the

inside my p***y. Deep

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

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

me. His voice vibrates against

with his tongue.

what 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

tells me how perfect I am. No one has

something I didn’t even know

him, and I’m unaware of what I’m

inside of me. I can’t help but stare at him while he slides his

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

from me without any warning and covers my body with

He says before I can ask him what

see the

I watch him jump out of the