The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

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?”

second to think about how I

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

cupping

He whispers close to my ear. “A fool that didn’t

you were.”

was still there.” He confesses. “It meant more to

a shiver down my spine at hearing him admit how 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

it?” He asks, rubbing his nose against the

to you as possible. Your name on my body made me feel like

were already close.”

close as I wanted us to be,”

He asks, waiting for me to give

that. I was finally getting a reaction out of him, and the last thing I wanted to

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

you doing?” I

growls. “Is this close

But it wasn’t close enough; it was never close

“No.”

out when he pushes my bikini out of the way, and the cool air touches it.

matter because Damon’s face was inches

He asks as his warm breath brushes my

That was all I

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

on? And why did

waiting for me. I think he’s waiting for my permission to keep going. He wants to know if I’m okay with this. After all, I was the one that told him things should return to normal between