Chapter 646

Celeste's mind was completely overtaken by the drug. Her thoughts were a muddled mess, and her actions were driven purely by instinct.

Her cheeks burned, her entire body aflame with heat. Despite unbuttoning her shirt down to her stomach, she found no relief and grew increasingly desperate, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Damon, help me," she pleaded, clutching his right arm and pressing herself against him.

Damon's arm, held tightly by Celeste, felt unnaturally rigid.

"Stop," Damon rasped, his voice hoarse. His jaw was clenched, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Suddenly, he felt like a romcom hero being relentlessly seduced by the heroine.

Celeste didn't need to say much; just pressing against him and saying, "Damon, help me," was enough to break his resolve.

Perhaps if Damon's heart was clear of desire, it would allow to overcome his temptations. But his heart was filled with Celeste, the very ghost haunting his desires.

"Damon," Celeste called out, her voic