A Snowbound Christmas Affair : Part 3

The silence between them was heavy, thick with unspoken words and lingering desire. Damian’s hand lingered on her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone as if committing it to memory. His eyes bore into hers, searching for something—an answer, a truth, or perhaps just a sign that she felt even a fraction of what he did.

“Or does it change everything?” he repeated, his voice low and rough, as though speaking the words aloud pained him. The firelight danced across his features, casting shadows that made his expression harder to read.

Celeste swallowed, her throat dry from the intensity of his gaze. She wanted to say something—anything—to push back against the feelings threatening to overwhelm her. But the words stuck in her throat, trapped by the weight of uncertainty and something deeper, something she couldn’t quite name.

His hand dropped from her face, moving down to rest on her shoulder. The warmth of his touch sent shivers through her, a reminder of what had just happened between them. Her body remembered his touch, his lips, the way he’d claimed her so completely. And now, faced with the aftermath, she felt exposed, vulnerable in a way she hadn’t allowed herself to be in years.

Damian’s fingers tightened slightly on her shoulder, drawing her attention back to him. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear as he spoke, his voice a seductive whisper. “Tell me, Celeste. Does this change nothing, or does it change everything?”

Her heart pounded in her chest, the rhythm erratic and wild. She wanted to pull away, to put distance between them and shield herself from whatever this was. But his proximity was magnetic, impossible to resist. And then, without warning, his other hand moved, sliding beneath the fabric of her gown to caress the bare skin of her thigh.

“Damian…” she whispered, her voice breaking as his touch ignited sparks along her nerve endings. The sound seemed to fuel him, his grip tightening as he pulled her closer. “On your knees,” he commanded, his voice sharp and commanding, leaving no room for argument. The demand hit her like a punch to the gut, but there was no fear in it—only raw, undeniable desire. Celeste hesitated for only a moment before complying, slowly lowering herself to her knees in front of him. The position felt oddly submissive, something she would have balked at under any other circumstances. But here, in the shadowed library with the fire crackling behind them, it felt different. It felt… right.

Damian watched her intently as she settled onto the floor, his eyes darkening with lust. He unzipped his trousers with deliberate slowness, the sound echoing in the quiet room. When he released himself, the sight of him made her breath catch in her throat. He was hard and eager, thick and glistening with pre-come. Her mouth went dry as he took a step closer, stepping out of his trousers and kicking them aside with casual ease. Now he stood before her, fully exposed, his hips angled slightly toward her. The firelight cast a golden glow over him, highlighting every sculpted inch of his body.

“Suck me,” he ordered, his tone brooking no refusal. The authority in his voice sent a thrill racing through her, an intoxicating mix of fear and arousal that left her trembling. Without thinking, she reached out, her hand wrapping around his length. The heat of him pulsed against her palm, and she couldn’t suppress a small gasp at the sensation. Slowly, reverently, she lowered her head, her lips brushing against the tip of him. Damian sucked in a sharp breath, his hands gripping the edge of the desk behind him for support. “That’s it,” he growled, his voice strained with control. “Take me in, Celeste. Show me how much you want this.”

The command sent a surge of heat through her veins, overriding any doubts or reservations she might have had. Tentatively, she parted her lips and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh as she explored him with painstaking slowness. “Fuck,” he hissed, his fingers digging into the wood of the desk as her mouth worked its magic on him. She could feel the vibrations of his curse against her tongue, each one sending a thrill through her entire body.

Encouraged, she increased the pace, bobbing her head up and down his length with increasing confidence. Her free hand crept up to cup his balls, gently massaging them as she continued to suck him off. The combination of sensations drove him wild, his hips bucking forward of their own accord as he lost himself in the pleasure. “Goddamn, Celeste,” he muttered, his voice hoarse and breathless. “You’re incredible.”