A Snowbound Christmas Affair Part: 4

The praise set her pulse racing even faster, her efforts becoming more focused, more determined. She wanted to bring him to the brink, to see the look in his eyes when he surrendered to her entirely. And then, just as she thought she might succeed, he grabbed her by the hair, tugging lightly to guide her movements. “Enough,” he said, his voice tight with restraint. “Get up.”

Confused but obedient, she rose to her feet, her legs trembling slightly from the effort. Damian didn’t waste any time, scooping her up and carrying her back to the desk they’d used earlier. He set her down roughly, positioning her so that her back rested against the cool wood while he stood between her legs. “Wrap them around me,” he instructed, his tone commanding once again. She complied, hooking her legs around his waist and pulling him closer. The movement brought him flush against her core, the evidence of her arousal dampening the fabric of her gown.

Damian groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. “So wet for me already,” he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. “Did you enjoy sucking me off, sweetheart?” Before she could answer, he thrust into her, the sudden intrusion making her cry out. He filled her completely, stretching her in the most delicious way imaginable. Every nerve in her body lit up, the pleasure overwhelming and all-consuming. “Yes!” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, setting a brutal pace that left her breathless.

He kissed her then, silencing her cries with his mouth. The kiss was desperate and hungry, their tongues tangling as their bodies moved together in perfect unison. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, the force of him pushing her harder and harder against the desk. “Damian,” she whimpered against his lips, her voice shaky and full of need. “Please… don’t stop…” Her plea seemed to drive him further over the edge, his movements growing more frantic, more possessive. He gripped her thighs, lifting her higher so that she wrapped around him completely, her legs locking behind his back.

The desk creaked under their combined weight, the sound blending with their ragged breaths and muffled cries. Damian buried his face in the crook of her neck, nipping and kissing as he continued to pound into her. “Say my name,” he demanded, his voice rough and urgent. “Say it, Celeste.” “Damian!” she cried out, her voice breaking as she clung to him, her body tensing in preparation for release.

He answered her call with a final, powerful thrust, his own climax hitting him hard and fast. They came together, their bodies shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over them. For a few moments, there was only silence, broken only by their harsh breathing and the occasional crackle of the fire. Damian remained buried inside her, his forehead resting against hers as they both struggled to regain their composure. But just as the fog of bliss began to clear, Celeste felt a familiar tension return, coiling deep within her. She looked up at Damian, her eyes wide and filled with something new, something dangerous.

“Again,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. Damian’s eyes snapped open, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of surprise and undeniable hunger. He didn’t hesitate. Without a word, he pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees, his actions swift and decisive. And then he was inside her again, claiming her once more as though she were his to possess. But their insatiable desire refused to be contained within the confines of a single room. The sprawling lodge around them seemed alive, beckoning them to explore its secrets. Damian took her hand, pulling her to her feet, and without a word, they ventured into the dimly lit hallways.

The first room they stumbled upon was a library, its tall shelves brimming with dusty tomes. Moonlight streamed through a wide window, casting an ethereal glow over the space. Celeste leaned against the sturdy oak desk, her breath catching as Damian pressed against her, his lips finding hers with fervor. The feel of the cool wood beneath her and the heat of him above her created a dizzying contrast. Then came the hidden wine cellar, where the air was cool and damp. The scent of aged oak and spiced wine filled their senses. Celeste gasped as Damian lifted her onto a barrel, his hands gripping her thighs with a possessive urgency. The soft candlelight flickered across their entwined bodies, shadows dancing on the walls as they surrendered to their passion once more.

Every new space became their sanctuary, each encounter more intense than the last. The lodge’s mysteries unraveled around them, but nothing compared to the secrets they discovered in each other. By the time dawn began to creep over the horizon, they found themselves in a forgotten attic, the scent of cedar and time wrapping around them like a cocoon. In that final space, as the first rays of sunlight kissed their skin, Damian cupped Celeste’s face in his hands, his gaze searching hers. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. Celeste smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “And you’re mine,” she replied, her voice steady and sure.