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

let 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

finally opens, I quickly look up and feel relief flow throughout my body when I find Damon in front of me. He quickly locks the door before

my mouth with his. I wrap my arms around

purposefully rubs me up and down his body while still kissing

onto the bed and climbing over

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

gently rubs my cheek with his thumb finger. “Because I want to make this as special

want you now,

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

of pain on his face as he tries his best to hold back. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. You

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

he pulls his finger out, only to push it back

keeps repeating the motion, each

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

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.

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

hands to spread my legs even wider as he travels down my body.

my p***y. My eyes rolled back into my head at the

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