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?”

second to think about how I wanted to respond

to begin with.”

inhales sharply before cupping my cheek

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

were.”

confesses. “It

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 afraid to

you get it?” He asks, rubbing his nose against the base

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

were already close.” He

I wanted us to be,” I

He asks, waiting for me to give

I was finally getting a reaction out of him, and

his finger slid past my n****e.

you

you.” He growls. “Is this

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

“No.”

the way, and the cool air touches

didn’t matter because Damon’s face was inches

as his

I

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 just kept his

he waiting on? And why did this feel so

He wants to know if I’m okay with

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