The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 142

~CLARISSA~

I’m restless and impatient. Atticus has Damon caught up in a card game with the others, and he isn’t getting a chance to come to my room.

I’ve been in and out of my room for two hours so far, and each time I could feel his eyes on me. He knows I’m waiting on him.

I can sense his impatience, but he has to hold it in front of everyone else.

I could feel his eyes following me as I walked into the kitchen and then out of it.

“Where the hell is your head at?” Dante asks. “You’re causing us to lose this game.”

Damon growls and buries his hand in his hair; he looks like he wants to pull the strands out. “I’m bored. Why are we even playing this again?”

He wasn’t bored. He wanted to come to me.

I walked back to my room and f****d myself to stay there until he was ready for me. I got out of my clothes once more. I loved his reaction last night to seeing me n***d, and I wanted to do the same to him tonight.

the ceiling. How much longer would I have to wait? I didn’t think there would ever be a day when I would wait n***d in my bed for Damon to come

let out a little giggle at the thought of it. Everything that I wanted was finally coming true. And it wasn’t a dream.

feel relief flow throughout my body when I find Damon in front of me. He quickly locks the door before moving towards

body off the sheets and covers my mouth with his. I wrap my arms around his neck and

much he wants me between my legs. I gasp when he grabs my hips and purposefully rubs me up and down his body while still kissing me. I was growing increasingly

hissed before throwing me onto the bed and climbing over

here,” I whisper. “Why can’t

I want to make this as special for you

with you is special,” I assure him. “I want you now, Damon. I don’t

flies off the bed when his finger sinks into my p***y without warning. I could

his head against my forehead, and I can see the look of pain on his face as he tries his best to hold back. “I’ve never

wanted to know the answer to that question. Why did he take this long to

his finger out, only

he keeps repeating the motion, each time

wasn’t

bringing me so much pleasure. I can’t hold it in anymore, and I think Damon realizes it because he covers my mouth with his hand

wanted was for

legs even wider as he travels down my body. He covers

couldn’t help but thrash against him as he continued to practically lick and suck on my p***y. My eyes rolled back into my head at the pleasure

for something, and even I didn’t know