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—”

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

watch as a whirlpool of emotions runs through Dante’s

grabs my legs and pulls me towards him.

What was he doing?

his nose right

“D-Dante—”

smelling me

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

inside my

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

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

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

tongue. “It’s wrong. It’s so f*****g wrong how perfect you are. No one should

to me. I must be crazy for thinking this. But he was so gentle. He wasn’t rough. He wasn’t hurting me.

words to me were kind. He always tells me how perfect I am. No one has ever called me perfect

please,” I beg for something I didn’t even know I wanted. I’m moving my body faster against his

I’m unaware of what I’m

me. I can’t help but stare at

in as much of me as his mouth would let

from me without any warning and covers my body with the robe. I’m startled by his actions yet again.

here.” He says before I can ask

still see the big bulge. It looked painful.

watch him jump out of the