The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 237

Book 3 Chapter 72

~WILLOW~

I woke up in Dante’s room, but there was no sign of him anywhere. I felt sore between my legs but was totally satisfied. I can’t remember ever feeling this happy. In fact, it’s the happiest I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

I was only worried that I had pushed Dante too far. I knew he wasn’t ready to sleep with me, but I couldn’t help myself. When I went into heat, all I could think about was him being inside me. I’d never felt anything that intense before, and it was impossible for me to ignore it.

Thankfully, Dante gave in and did what I needed the most.

I walk over to the mirror and am not surprised when I see his markings all over my body. Dante had bitten and sucked on every part of my body last night. I blushed at the reminder of how passionate he’d acted. He behaved like a man who’d lost all control for his woman.

I shivered at the reminder of having him inside me multiple times last night. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was painful when Dante wasn’t inside me but the moment that he was everything felt amazing and perfect.

I didn’t think that there was anything that could possibly make me happier than I felt right now.

I was walking on cloud nine when I exited the room after getting dressed. I wore his marks proudly, and I knew that everyone would know what we did last night. However, I didn’t care, not even the least.

There was just one problem. Why did he leave? Why didn’t he wait for me to wake up? Was he having second thoughts about everything?

That was the only fear that I had at this moment. Dante wasn’t exactly ready for it at first; it was only because of my pain that he gave into it finally.

I try to push those negative thoughts out of my head as I walk into the kitchen in search of him.

been busy last night.” Autumn teases me

knowing looks, and I tried hard

Dante is?” I

talking with Atticus about something in the

“Thank you!”

them to tease me anymore as I ran toward the room. I had to see him. After last night, I wanted to be close

. . . .

~DANTE~

inside. My emotions were in a f*****g mess. I’d slept with

picture all morning, and I couldn’t help but feel guilty. I

was the next day, I couldn’t help but think

did I care about her so much that she

didn’t regret sleeping with Willow, but I still felt guilty. I still felt like I’d

a damn mess and needed someone to talk to before I did something stupid like make Willow feel horrible

to leave, but I couldn’t get these f*****g thoughts

memories of Anya leave

had a rough morning,” Atticus tells me as he takes in

even want to look at my face in a