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?”

think about how I wanted to respond

to begin with.” I remind him after finding my

cupping

“A fool that

were.” I

there.” He confesses. “It meant

meant to him. That’s all I ever wanted to listen to him say. I always imagined this would be his

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

feel like

we were already close.” He

wanted us to be,” I

close is that?” He asks, waiting for me to give

reaction out of him, and the last thing I wanted to do was to say

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

you doing?”

asked you.” He growls.

question. But it wasn’t

“No.”

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

matter because Damon’s face was inches from my

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

all I could say

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

was he waiting on? And

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

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