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?”

think about how I

you didn’t want it there, to begin with.” I remind him after

cupping my cheek in

close to my ear. “A fool that didn’t realize his mistakes until

were.”

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

much it meant to him. That’s all I ever wanted to listen to him say. I always imagined this would be his reaction after finding out about

asks, rubbing his nose against the base of my

to you as possible. Your name on my body made me feel like you were a part of me.

thought we were already close.” He tells

close as I wanted us to be,” I

asks, waiting for me

to respond to that. I was finally getting a reaction out of him,

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

a-are are you doing?”

growls. “Is this close

But it wasn’t close enough; it was

“No.”

way, and the cool air touches

didn’t matter because Damon’s face was inches

enough?” He asks as his warm breath brushes my exposed

That was all I could say

anything else, Damon’s mouth quickly covered my n****e, closing over it, his lips gently on top of it, barely moving. He wasn’t sucking; he wasn’t

on? And why did this

going. He wants to know if I’m okay with this. After all, I was the one that told him things should return

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