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.

lay on my back, looking at the stars in the ceiling. How much longer would I have to wait? I didn’t think there

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

finally opens, I quickly look up and feel relief flow throughout my body when I find Damon in front of

my mouth with his. I wrap my arms around his neck and

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 wet, and the proof rubbed onto his pants

onto the bed and

here,” I whisper. “Why

my cheek with his thumb finger. “Because I want to make

him. “I want you

when he uses his hand to spread my legs wide. My a*s flies off the bed when his finger sinks into my p***y without warning. I

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

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

his finger out, only to push it back in, this time deeper

the motion, each

felt amazing, it still wasn’t enough. It still wasn’t what I

with his mouth, taking 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 to

last thing I wanted was for everyone to barge into my room

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

on my p***y. My eyes

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