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.

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

the thought of it. Everything that I wanted was finally coming

body when I find Damon in front

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

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 wet, and the proof rubbed

He hissed before throwing me onto

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

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

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

talking when he uses his hand to spread my legs wide. My a*s flies off the bed when his

best to hold back. “I’ve never felt anything

wanted to know the answer to that question. Why did

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

groans as he keeps repeating the motion, each

it still wasn’t enough. It still wasn’t

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

still awake; they would easily hear me. The last thing I wanted was for

body. He covers my scream with his hand the second his tongue dips

practically lick and suck on my p***y. My eyes rolled back into my head at the pleasure

something, and even I didn’t know what it was. I could feel the