Chapter 153

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 153 Book 2 Chapter 76 ~CLARISSA~

I still couldn’t believe that Damon had left everything behind for me. He didn’t even give it a second thought; the moment he realized they wouldn’t accept us, he chose to leave.

We had just settled into our room. Our room. We weren’t sleeping separately tonight or other nights to come.

It all still felt like a dream to me. Damon pushed me away so long that I didn’t think this day would ever come. It’s why I still couldn’t believe it.

I bite my lip as I remember him confessing his love for me in front of the entire family. I didn’t even need to ask him to do it for me. I was still upset that he’d tried to keep me from being there, but the fact that he did it only to protect me was enough to make my heart flutter.

I held my breath when he returned to the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He’d just showered. His hair was dripping wet, and his chest glistened from the water still on it.

After everything, I shouldn’t think about running my tongue along his abdomen, but it looks too good. I want to confirm for myself that this is happening.

“Stop that.” Damon growls. “I’ve had a very f*****g rough day, Clarissa; I don’t have the energy to say no to you today. Don’t give me that look.”

I try not to pout at his words.

“I guess you still don’t think I’m ready for you,” I whisper more to myself than to him. He doesn’t say anything, just continues to stare at me. I had nothing on except underwear but it didn’t seem to affect him.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I know after what just happened; it’s the last thing that would be on your mind.”

He narrows his eyes, “f**k Clarissa.”

What did I say now?

He stormed over to the bed and climbed over me. I gasp when the water droplets from his chest drip onto my body.

“It is on my mind.” He growls. “Being inside of you has never left my f*****g mind, not even for a second. Do you think it’s easy for me to hold back? Nothing is harder than staying away from you, Clarissa. I want you more than any f*****g piece of gold on this b****y planet.”

My lips part at his confession.

“Do you think anyone can stay away from lips like this?” He whispers as he gently leaves a peck on my lips.

“Or this chest?” He asks as his hand travels right above my breasts.

He does the same thing he did to my lips. He leaves a soft kiss there.

“And you already know how crazy I am for these.” He growls as his hands grip both of my breasts and tightly squeeze.

He doesn’t stop there. I’m a little disappointed when he doesn’t touch my n*****s; I thought he would have left a kiss as he’d done before.

He grabs my thighs next. “I love touching and squeezing them. I love how easily they get pink for me.”

I gasp when he spreads my legs wide and settles his face between my thighs. He slowly nibbles on both sides, and I almost lose myself in those seconds. I was getting increasingly wet between my legs, and I’m sure that he could smell my arousal.

“You’re so beautiful down here, Clarissa.” He whispers as he slowly removes my panties so I’m left bare for him.

“I can stare at it for days.” He says in a husky tone. “For hours. For months. It doesn’t matter the order. I love how responsive she is for me.”

I cry out when he flicks his finger against it but in a gentle manner. “See.” He says as if to prove his point.

“She glistens.” He groans. “Every f*****g time.”

“Damon!” I cry when he slips a finger inside. He closes his eyes like he’s in pain. “I can’t hold back tonight, Clarissa. I’m so sorry, but I need you. I need to get f*****g lost in your p***y. I need to bury my d**k inside of you.”

I didn’t think any words could make me this happy, but there they were, bringing joy throughout my body.

I know how he feels because I felt exactly the same way. I didn’t just want this; I needed it.

I push him away, and his eyes are wide with surprise. After all, I’ve been the one begging for this for so long.

“Is there something wrong?” he asks me gently. “Do you want to wait? I’m sorry—”

“I want to touch you,” I say before he can say anything else.

“What?” he asks, surprised.

I don’t allow him to think about what I just said. I pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him.

He still had the towel on, but I could feel him beneath me. He’s big and pulsing beneath me.

“Clarissa, I don’t think I can—”

“Shh,” I whisper as I lightly blow on his chest. I loved watching him shiver under me.

“I’ve dreamt about this,” I confess as I kiss his chest gently.

“About this?” he asks, surprised.

“Yes,” I admit as I run my hands down his chest. “You’re beautiful, Damon. And most importantly, you’re mine.”

His eyes flash dangerously at my words.

“But there’s a part of you that I haven’t made mine yet,” I whisper against his ear. I felt his d**k stir beneath me at my words. He knows what I’m talking about.

I removed the towel from around him and positioned myself so that I was facing it.

“What are you doing—”

I covered his d**k with my mouth, and Damon’s entire body shook in response. I placed both hands on his thigh and made myself more comfortable as I tried to take more of him into my mouth.

“Clarissa.” He groans. “I can’t—ah, f**k!”

He grabs my hair and pulls me off him. I didn’t have time to prepare as he turned us over, so I was now under him.

“Look at me,” he whispers, and that’s the only warning I have before he thrusts forwards. I cry out when I feel him inside of me.

“Damon.” I gasp as I grab the sheets on either side of us.

“Shh,” he whispers, but I can hardly recognize his voice. He sounds like he’s in pain.

He slowly pulls out of me only to push right back in, this time deeper than the last.

Damon’s body began to shiver above mine, and I ran my hands up and down his back to support him.

“f**k Clarissa.” He growls. “I don’t know how to stop.”

Why would he want to stop this?

“Keep going!” I cry.

“It doesn’t hurt you?” he asks in surprise.

I shook my head, and I didn’t even realize tears were flowing down my cheeks. He leans over and kisses each of them. They were happy tears, I’ve wanted this for years, and I finally had it.

Damon was mine, completely mine.

He buries his face against my neck, and I gasp when his teeth graze the spot beneath my ear as he begins to really move. I bite my lips to stop the screams of pleasure. But before anything could happen, Damon rudely pulls out of me and grabs my dress from the side of the bed.

“What’s going on?” I ask in shock.

“Put on your clothes!” he orders me. “Something is wrong.”

Something is wrong?

“Someone is here.” He continues as he grabs pants from the suitcase.

Was someone here?

Did Dante or Atticus follow us here?

“Is it—”

I gasped when I heard a bang on the door.

“It’s not my brothers,” Damon says with worry in his eyes as though he’d just read my mind.

“Then who could it be?” I ask him.

“Whether we like it or not, we are about to find out.” He whispers as he takes my hand in his.