~WILLOW~
I gasp when I felt myself grow extremely wet between my legs just from Dante's words.
Did he want to f-f**k 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 str
