The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 137

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 137

~CLARISSA~

“Remove what?” I gasp. I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. It felt like a dream, and this feels like the Damon I’ve always craved. It felt too good to be true.

“The one thing on your body that made me the happiest man alive.” He growls.

Did it really make him that happy?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lie.

I didn’t want to assume he was speaking about the tattoo; I wanted to hear him admit it first.

He breathes me in, “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

I tried to stop my heart from doing the inevitable, but I was losing all control because of his nearness. It had me confused and, quite frankly, stupid.

“My name.” He croaks in a pained whisper.

What was he doing to me? His voice. The way he was looking at me. Everything was doing something strange to my body. I think he knew exactly what he was doing. This was intentional.

“Your name?” I gasp. “What about it?”

His hand travels up my thighs, and all the air is pushed out of my lungs from his unexpected touch. His hands are warm despite of how cold the night’s air was.

“Why is it no longer on your beautiful body?” He finally asks the question I was waiting on. “It’s gone. Why is it gone?”

to think about how I wanted to

begin with.”

before cupping my cheek in

f*****g fool.” He whispers close to my ear. “A fool that

you were.” I

He confesses. “It meant more to me than you

it meant to him. That’s all I ever wanted to listen to him say. I always imagined this would be his

you get it?” He asks, rubbing his nose against the base of my

body made me feel like you were a part of me. Something I didn’t think

we were already close.”

as close as I wanted us to be,”

how close is that?” He asks, waiting for me to give him an

of him, and the last thing I wanted to

finger slid past my n****e. “Is this close

are you doing?” I

growls. “Is this

think clearly to answer his question. But it wasn’t

“No.”

cool air touches it.

Damon’s

He asks as his warm breath brushes my exposed

That was all I

n****e, closing over it, his lips gently on top of it, barely moving. He wasn’t sucking; he wasn’t doing anything; he

waiting on? And

wants to know if

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