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.

I 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 would wait n***d in my bed for Damon to come for me.

I 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 my reality.

When the door 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 moving towards the bed.

I gasp when he lifts my body off the sheets and covers my mouth with his. I wrap my arms around his

neck and straddle his hips.

Damon groans into my mouth, and I can feel how 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 onto his pants and bare chest.

“Fuck.” He hissed before throwing me onto the bed and climbing over me.

“It’s our last night here,” I whisper. “Why can’t you give me what I want?”

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

possible.”

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

I stop talking 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 could feel it squeezing him, asking for more.

Damon presses his head 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 this before. You feel so damn good, Clarissa. How could

I have stayed away from you for so long?”

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

“Damon!” I cry out as he pulls his finger out, only to push it back in, this time deeper than before.

“Clarissa.” He groans as he keeps repeating the motion, each time getting deeper inside me.

Even though this felt amazing, it still wasn’t enough. It still wasn’t what I needed.

Damon 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 us.

Everyone was still awake; 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 pleasure.

Damon uses both hands to spread my legs even wider as he travels down my body. He covers my

scream with his hand the second his tongue dips into my opening.

I couldn’t help but thrash against him as he continued to practically lick and suck on my p***y. My eyes

rolled back into my head at the pleasure he was bringing to me.

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

could feel the tears forming in my eyes, the good kind.

When he finally lifted his head, his entire mouth was wet with my juices. My lips are parted as he finally

moves his hand from over my mouth.

He slips his finger back into me without warning, and I gasp at how sensitive it feels.

“Please, Damon,” I beg. “Please. I’m ready. I can’t wait any longer. I can’t.”

I can see the struggle on his face, he was losing the battle and he knew it.

He pulls his finger out suddenly and covers my mouth with his. I held onto him as he continued to kiss

me with so much passion that I almost fainted.

I whimper when he pulls away from me and heads for the door. This is exactly what he did last night.

He kept running from me even though I could see how aroused he was. He could barely walk with how

big he’d grown.

Why couldn’t he make us both happy and give us what we needed?

“Why are you leaving?” I demand. He can’t leave without finishing what he started!

“I’ll know when you’re ready.” Was all he said before storming out of my room.

I fell back against my bed unhappily. He kept giving me pleasure and then rudely taking it all away.

I’d failed in getting all of him tonight. But luckily for me, we both lived in the same house. This meant as

long as Atticus wasn’t keeping an eye on us, I could get him alone.

I wasn’t letting him get away from me. I wasn’t going to let the next opportunity pass. One way or

another, Damon would be inside of me.