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?”

about how I wanted to respond to his

there, to begin

sharply before cupping my cheek

fool.” He whispers close to my ear. “A

you were.”

He confesses. “It meant more to me than

all I ever wanted to listen to him say. I always imagined this would be his reaction after finding out about it. Another reminder that this could just be a painful dream. If

get it?” He asks, rubbing his

possible. Your name on my body made me feel like you were a part of me. Something I didn’t think would

already close.” He tells

I wanted us to be,” I

how close is that?” He asks, waiting for me

I was finally getting a reaction out of him, and the last thing I wanted to do was to say something

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

you doing?” I

asked you.” He growls. “Is this

to answer his question. But it wasn’t close enough; it was

“No.”

the way, and the cool air touches it. Thankfully, the water flowed above us, providing the extra

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

He asks as his warm breath brushes my exposed

I could say

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 doing anything; he

waiting on? And why did this feel

wants to know if I’m okay with this. After