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 would ever be a day when I

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

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

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

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

before throwing me onto the bed and

“Why can’t you give me what I

I want

him. “I want you now, Damon. I don’t want

off the bed when his finger sinks into my p***y without warning. I could feel it squeezing

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 I

know the answer to that question. Why

pulls his finger out, only to push it back

repeating the motion,

though this felt amazing, it still wasn’t enough. It still wasn’t

so much pleasure. I can’t hold it in anymore, and I think Damon

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

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

suck on my p***y. My eyes rolled back into my head at the pleasure he was bringing to

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