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 ceiling. How much longer would I have to wait? I didn’t think there would ever be a day when I would wait n***d in my

it. Everything that I wanted was finally coming

relief flow throughout my body when I

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

he grabs my hips and purposefully rubs me up and down his body while still kissing me. I was growing

He hissed before throwing me onto the bed and climbing

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

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

him. “I want

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

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

answer to that question. Why did he take this long to be this close

out as he pulls his finger out, only

as he keeps repeating the motion, each

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

covers my breast 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

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

as he travels down my body. He covers

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

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