Novels by Felcon Lee

I felt Damian restrained footsteps follow behind and i continued walking till I stopped at a door halfway down the hall and pushed it open without looking back. The room beyond had once been a private study. Now it served as an overflow library for volumes too fragile or too politically inconvenient for the main collection. A single lamp burned on the desk near the window. The rest of the space sat in layered shadow. Tall shelves. A low fire that someone on staff had lit earlier and left to burn down. Two armchairs facing each other across a dark rug.I stepped inside. Damian followed and closed the door behind him with a quiet, deliberate click.The muffled orchestra disappeared entirely.For a moment we only stood there. The air between us felt charged enough to hum. I turned to face him fully. In the lower light his mask looked more severe, the uncovered portion of his mouth set in a clean, unsmiling line. He had not removed his gloves. The detail felt intentional.“This is still m

"I think you know why, Felcon." He said the words quietly but they carried more weight than they should have in a room full of music and other people’s conversations.I held his stare and refused to look away first this time.“If you’re looking for a public scene, Damian, you’ll have to find someone else to provide it. I have a house full of guests and a father who is already watching the press corners.”“I’m not looking for a scene.”“Then walk away.”He didn’t but Instead he closed the last step between us. Not enough to touch but enough that I had to tip my chin slightly to keep his eyes. The scent of him reached me but I hated that I recognized it from years of shared events we had both been forced to attend.“You’ve spent a decade treating me like a problem to be managed,” he said, voice low enough that only I could hear it. “Tonight you’re hosting and you’re supposed to be in control of every room in this house but yet you keep looking for me.”Heat moved up my throat but i kept

Felcon Lee's POVTonight was the annual masquerade ball which is usually held by my family every single year. It wasn’t just a party, it was a tradition and it had been going on for generations so a lot of people looked forward to it.The mansion has been prepared for this occasion. The crystal hung from the ceiling in heavy tiers. The orchestra kept to a low, polished waltz that never quite covered the sound of champagne glasses meeting or the soft scrape of expensive shoes on marble. My family’s crest was everywhere — carved into the banisters, stitched in gold thread along the edges of the black table linens, even faintly embossed on the corner of every invitation that had gone out three months ago. The Lee's did not host quietly. We hosted so that people remembered who held the room.I moved along the edge of the floor with a glass I had no intention of finishing. Smiling when required and accepting compliments on the arrangements with the exact degree of cool gratitude expected o

We stayed pressed together against the desk with my jeans still open, his bare chest warm under my hands. I traced the line of his collarbone with my fingertips. He shivered once, then caught my wrist and brought my hand to his mouth again. This time he didn’t stop me when my fingers continued downward.“Julian pleaseeee.”His breath left him in a slow, rough exhale that I felt against my palm. He lifted his head. In the near-total dark I could only make out the shape of him, but I felt the exact moment the last of his restraint gave way.“Are you sure?”“Yes.”He kissed me once, hard and brief, then stepped back just far enough to find the blanket we had dropped. I heard the soft sound of wool being spread across the narrow office floor. When he returned he guided me down with him until we were kneeling on the makeshift bed, facing each other in the dark.My jeans and underwear came off together under his hands. His own remaining clothes followed. When we finally came together with n

I tugged at his T-shirt until he understood and dragged it over his head. The loss of that layer let me put my hands fully on his bare skin. He shivered once under the contact, then kissed me harder. My own sweater followed a minute later, pulled off in a tangle of sleeves and dropped somewhere in the dark. The office air was cold against my newly bare arms. His hands were not. They mapped the newly exposed skin of my waist and back with a kind of focused hunger that made my knees weak.His fingers found the clasp of my bra and hesitated.I reached back and undid it myself.The straps slid down my arms and the cool air touched my breasts for only a second before his hands replaced it. He made a low, rough sound that was almost pained. His mouth left mine and traveled down the side of my throat, across my collarbone, lower. When his lips closed around one nipple the sensation was so sharp and sweet that my head fell back and a clear, helpless moan left me. He answered it with another p

We stayed together in that same position until the lantern died. One moment the small circle of light still held our hands and the edge of the blanket. The next it shrank to a weak orange bead and then went out completely. The office dropped into a darkness thicker than before. Only the faint yellow of the emergency strips in the main shop reached the doorway, a distant suggestion of light that did nothing for the space we occupied. Julian’s arm remained around my shoulders. My hand stayed inside his. Neither of us moved to find the spare batteries. The darkness felt earned like the natural next step of everything that had already happened. I turned my face slightly toward his neck. The scent of rain and wool and skin was stronger this close. His breathing had gone slower, deeper, as if he were measuring each inhale against the possibility of startling me. My own pulse moved in my throat hard enough that I wondered if he could feel it through the side of my head. “Nora.” My name