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?”

how I wanted to respond to his

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

sharply before cupping my

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

were.”

He confesses. “It meant more to me than you will ever

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 just be a painful dream. If it

get it?” He asks, rubbing his

swallow, “Because I wanted to be as close to you as possible. Your name on my body made me feel like you were a part of me. Something I didn’t think would ever be possible considering who you are to

thought we were already

I wanted us to be,” I

He asks, waiting for

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

finger slid past my

are you doing?” I

asked you.” He growls.

think clearly to answer his question. But it

“No.”

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

Damon’s face was inches from

enough?” He asks as his

was all I

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

was he waiting on? And why did this feel so

I think he’s waiting for my permission to keep going. He wants to know if I’m okay with this. After all, I was the one that told him things should return to