A Snowbound Christmas Affair : Part 2

The firelight flickered in the library, casting dancing shadows across the room. Damian’s hands were relentless, sliding beneath the fabric of her gown, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine as he pushed the emerald dress down over her shoulders. Celeste gasped, the cool air brushing against her heated skin, but it only heightened the sensation of his touch. His lips trailed along her neck, his breath warm against her ear as he murmured, “You feel so good, Celeste.”

Her response was a broken moan, her hands trembling as she reached for him. She gripped the lapels of his tuxedo jacket, yanking him closer, her nails digging into the fabric as if she could ground herself in the intensity of the moment. But there was no grounding here—only surrender. Her head fell back, exposing the column of her throat to his hungry mouth, and he took advantage, biting softly at the delicate skin before soothing it with his tongue.

“Damian…” she breathed, the word slipping out like a plea. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with desire as his hands cupped her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. The polished wood pressed against her thighs, cold and unyielding, yet it only made her more aware of the heat radiating between them.

He stepped back briefly, his dark eyes locking onto hers as he undid the buttons of his trousers. The sound of fabric sliding against skin sent a shiver down her spine, and she watched, transfixed, as he freed himself, his arousal evident even in the dim light. Her breath hitched as he moved closer, his hands gripping her waist again, lifting her fully onto the desk.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commanded, his voice low and husky, laced with an authority that both thrilled and terrified her. Without hesitation, she obeyed, her legs parting as she leaned back, the movement uncovering her completely to his gaze. His eyes darkened, and a wicked smile played on his lips as he stepped between her legs, his erection pressing against her core.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hand gliding up her thigh, his thumb brushing against the sensitive flesh just above her aching center. She arched into his touch, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as her breath quickened. “So responsive. Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

“I… I can feel it,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked up at him, her green eyes wide and vulnerable. It was a rare moment of honesty, one that caught him off guard, but only for a second. In one swift motion, he lined himself up, his tip slick with anticipation as he pressed against her entrance. She whimpered, her body instinctively clenching around him as he began to push inside, inch by agonizing inch. The sensation was overwhelming, both painful and deliciously fulfilling as he filled her completely.

“Oh god,” she cried out, her hands clinging to his shoulders as he buried himself deep within her. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, his forehead resting against hers as they both struggled to catch their breath. “You’re so tight,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “So perfect.” She nodded, unable to form words as she felt him begin to move, slowly at first, his hips rocking against hers in a steady rhythm. The friction was electric, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her nails dug into his back, leaving faint trails of red marks as she urged him on, her body craving more.

Damian groaned, his control fraying as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder. Each movement sent her higher, her moans filling the room as she clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even closer. The desk shifted slightly under their weight, the sound of wood scraping against the floor adding to the chaotic symphony of their passion. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she felt the familiar coil tightening within her. “Don’t stop… please…” “Never,” he muttered, his lips finding hers in a bruising kiss as he continued to thrust into her with relentless determination. His fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head steady as he devoured her mouth, his tongue exploring every inch with the same ferocity as his movements.

Her climax was approaching fast, her body thrumming with tension as she felt the waves building inside her. Damian’s rhythm faltered for a moment, his own release nearing as he sensed her proximity. “Come for me, Celeste,” he demanded, his voice hoarse with exertion. “Let go.” Those words were her undoing. With a cry that echoed through the room, she shattered, her entire body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Damian followed shortly after, his groans mingling with hers as he buried himself deep inside her one last time, his release marking the end of their frantic dance. They lay there for what felt like eternity, their bodies intertwined, their breaths heavy and synchronized. The fire continued to crackle in the background, its warmth enveloping them as they drifted in a haze of exhaustion and satisfaction.

But as the initial bliss began to fade, reality crept back in, seeping into the corners of Celeste’s mind. What had they done? What had she allowed herself to do? Her mission, her vengeance—it all seemed so distant now, overshadowed by the undeniable connection that had erupted between them. Slowly, she pulled away, her movements hesitant as she met his gaze. Damian’s expression was unreadable, his eyes clouded with something she couldn’t quite place. “This… this changes nothing,” she said softly, her voice wavering as she tried to convince herself more than him.

“Does it?” he replied, his tone equally uncertain. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face as he studied her intently. “Or does it change everything?”