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?”

take a second to think about how I wanted to

there, to begin with.” I remind him after

before cupping my cheek

to my ear. “A fool that didn’t realize his mistakes until it was too

were.”

there.” He confesses. “It meant more to me than you

I always imagined this would be his reaction after finding out about it. Another reminder that this could just be a painful

it?” He asks, rubbing his nose against the

made me feel like you were a part of me. Something I

were already close.” He tells

close as I wanted

that?” He asks, waiting for me to give him

don’t know how to respond to that. I was finally getting a reaction out of him,

when his finger slid past my n****e. “Is this

you

asked you.” He growls. “Is this

question. But it wasn’t close

“No.”

cry out when he pushes my bikini out of the way, and the cool air touches it. Thankfully, the water flowed above us,

enough, it didn’t matter because Damon’s face was inches from

close enough?” He asks as his

That was all I could say once

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

And why did

me. I think he’s waiting for my permission to keep going. He wants to know if I’m okay

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