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?”

a second to think about how

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

sharply before cupping my cheek in

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

you were.” I

confesses. “It meant more to me

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 out about it. Another reminder that this could

get it?” He asks, rubbing

as possible. Your name on my body made me feel

we were already close.” He tells

as I wanted us

waiting for me to

reaction out of him, and the last thing

finger slid past my n****e. “Is this

a-are are you doing?” I

asked you.” He growls. “Is this close

question. But it

“No.”

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

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

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

was all I could say once

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 just kept his mouth over

waiting on? And why did this feel

my permission to keep going. He wants to know if I’m okay with this. After all, I was the one that told