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.

stars in the ceiling. How much longer would I have to wait? I didn’t think there would ever

I wanted was finally

body when I find Damon in front of me. He quickly locks the door before moving towards

my body off the sheets and covers my mouth

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

before throwing me onto the bed and climbing over

our last night here,” I whisper. “Why can’t you give

thumb finger. “Because I want to make this as special for you

“I want you now,

off the bed when his finger sinks into

look of pain on his face as he tries his best to hold back. “I’ve

I wanted to know the answer to that question. Why did

pulls his finger out, only to push it

he keeps repeating the motion, each time

wasn’t enough.

it against his tongue. My lips part, and it’s hard not to scream when he’s 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

easily hear me. The last thing I wanted was for everyone to barge into

body. He covers

to practically lick and suck on my p***y. My eyes rolled

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