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?”

how I wanted to

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

sharply before cupping my cheek in

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

you were.”

was still there.” 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 it was, I was

it?” He asks, rubbing his nose

feel like you were a part of me. Something

were already close.” He

as I wanted us to

is that?” He asks, waiting

out of him, and

finger slid past

a-are are you doing?” I

He growls. “Is this

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

“No.”

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

it didn’t matter because Damon’s

He asks as

all I could say once

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

was he waiting on? And why did this feel so

he’s waiting for my permission to keep going. He wants to know if I’m okay with this. After all,

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