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—”

in front of him for the second 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. His words. Not

watch as a whirlpool of emotions

growl is torn from his throat before he grabs my legs and pulls me

What was he doing?

widen when I felt his nose right in my

“D-Dante—”

smelling me

my cheeks begin to burn at that realization. I hear another low growl

tongue. It’s inside my p***y.

to grow inside of me. It was so

thighs tightened as he pulled me closer so his tongue could go even

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

you 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 allowed to be

be f****d? Because it didn’t feel like it. It felt more like him making love to me. I must be crazy

always tells me how perfect I am. No one has

beg for something I didn’t even know I wanted. I’m moving my body

unaware of what I’m

faster inside of me. I can’t help but stare at

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

my body with the robe. I’m startled by his actions yet

before I can ask

see the big bulge. It looked painful. Was he

I watch him jump out of