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—”

scared that I was doing something wrong anymore. I knew now that my actions made him want to f**k

of emotions runs through Dante’s

and pulls me towards him. My

What was he doing?

I felt his

“D-Dante—”

he smelling me down

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

inside my p***y. Deep

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

Dante’s hold on my thighs tightened as he pulled me closer so his tongue

roars against me. His voice vibrates against my

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

be crazy for thinking this. But he was so gentle. He wasn’t rough. He wasn’t

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

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

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

me. I can’t help but stare at him while

of me as his mouth would let him.

my body with the robe.

I can ask

winced as he adjusted his pants. I could still see the big bulge. It looked painful.

say anything as I watch him jump