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.

didn’t think there would ever be a day when I would wait n***d in my bed

I wanted

body when

when he lifts my body off the sheets and covers my mouth with his. I wrap

hips and purposefully rubs me up and down his body while still kissing me. I was growing increasingly wet, and the

hissed before throwing me onto the

whisper. “Why can’t you give me what I

his thumb finger. “Because I want to make this

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

a*s flies off the bed when his finger sinks into my p***y without

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 felt anything like this before. You feel so damn good, Clarissa. How could

to know the answer to that question. Why did he

out as he pulls his finger out, only to push

groans as he keeps repeating the motion, each time getting deeper

still wasn’t enough. It still 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 to stop me from screaming. I bite his fingers to prevent myself from bringing attention

still awake; they would easily hear me. The last thing I wanted was for everyone to barge into my room because they listened to my screams of

my legs even wider as he travels down my body. He covers my scream with his hand the second his tongue dips into my

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

cry. “Please, please.” I was begging him for something, and even I didn’t know what it was. I