Chapter 6 Don't hold it in, let it out

He made a bold move, and Celeste had no choice but to clutch at his waist, all her senses focusing intensely on that single point of contact. A strange, spreading warmth began to emanate from her abdomen, compelling her to moan softly. "Don't hold it in, let it out," he murmured. "Mmm... No." People were still outside the private room, and although Celeste was usually bold, she didn't want the intimate details of their encounter to be overheard. But Nathaniel, seemingly on purpose, lifted her up only to seat her back on his lap. The moment she was pressed down, he went deeper. "Ah!" Celeste couldn't help but moan as she met his amused gaze. He playfully thrust again, deepening the sensation as if reaching her very core. She shivered uncontrollably, biting down hard on her lip, trying to muffle her loud moans. But it was still so embarrassing! She felt weak all over from his manipulations, her legs tightening around him without her consent. "Easy, don't hold on too tight—" he gently advised. Celeste hugged him helplessly, realizing that she had no control over certain muscles in her body. It wasn't until he growled lowly and a warm wave surged through her lower belly that Nathaniel finally shuddered, releasing inside her. The room fell into a sensual silence, punctuated only by their heavy breathing. Drained, Celeste collapsed into his arms, relying on him to keep her from slipping off. He slowly withdrew, and she was gently placed on the sofa, her legs too weak to stand. Her skirt had been pushed up to her waist, and as Celeste curled up, she noticed the dampness between her legs, with more traces still emerging. She covered her face. How embarrassing... Meanwhile, Nathaniel stood up beside her, adjusting himself with an ease that belied the intensity of the moment. His typically distant demeanor now carried a hint of satisfaction, softening his features. Fortunately, it seemed her act as Molly had passed muster to others. "Are you still hurting?" He asked with a deep, caring voice, bringing Celeste back to reality. She licked her lips, momentarily distracted, then realized he was asking about her discomfort. "You kept saying it hurt last night," Nathaniel said, gently touching the stray lock of hair behind her ear, his rough fingertips brushing against the red birthmark there. When her parents were assassinated, she had taken a photo with a mysterious girl who also had a similar red birthmark behind her ear. It looked very similar... "Mr. Ford, it doesn't hurt," Celeste said, her voice soft and a bit raspy. Nathaniel turned his attention from her and noticed the light sweat on her forehead and the traces of passionate embraces on her body. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, yet she shyly avoided making eye contact. How could she possibly be an assassin? "It's good to hear it doesn't hurt. These moments should be enjoyable for both of us," he said, making it clear he was having a good time. Celeste secretly thought Nathaniel was quite the enigma—stoic and cool on the outside, but a real charmer underneath. And he indulged without limits!!! "I'll make sure it's even better next time," he whispered into her ear. Before Celeste could respond, she found herself being lifted off the ground. Nathaniel had effortlessly picked her up as if planning to carry her right out of there! 　　 "Mr. Ford, I can walk by myself!" If he carried her out like this, wouldn't everyone guess what they had been up to? "Your dress is torn. I won't have you walking out like that." Nathaniel dismissed her protest, his jaw set firmly as they left the room, returning to his usual iciness. "Nathaniel, about what I was saying earlier—" Isaac was waiting outside, ready to attend the auction, but his jaw dropped at the sight of Nathaniel carrying the hostess in his arms, his worldview shattered yet again. What hold did this hostess have over Nathaniel to warrant such careful attention? Aware of the many eyes around, Celeste, thinking about what had just happened inside and unsure how much had been overheard, quickly buried her face in his chest. She heard a muffled "Hmm" from him, "No time!" And they moved swiftly past the crowd. All the way home, Celeste kept her head down, meekly following him out of the car. "Sir, madam, welcome home!" "Do we have guests?" Celeste asked while tying Nathaniel's coat around her waist, overhearing him ask someone inside quietly. Then, a sharp female voice pierced the air. "Celeste, you're finally back!" "Mr. Ford, today I must reveal her true colors right in front of you!" Ava's voice invaded the space, charged with anger. Celeste looked up just in time to see Ava storming out of the house. Why was she here causing trouble again? Hadn't she learned her lesson last time? Celeste's fists tightened, her eyes flashing with defiance. But then Nathaniel stepped in front of her. He grasped her tense hand, his expression darkening as he saw her pale face, "Miss Sterling, you better have a solid reason for challenging my wife." "Wife? Does she even deserve that title?" Ava spat out. The marks on Celeste's body were obvious signs of Nathaniel's affection. Driven by jealousy, Ava exploded, "Mr. Ford, don’t defend her! She's manipulative, playing the victim. Don’t be deceived!" "...I didn't," Celeste murmured from behind him, her eyes clear and filled with hurt. "Just as I expected, always playing the victim, you manipulative witch!" Ava hissed, pulling up a bank transfer record on her phone, "You claim to be so noble, so pitiful—so what's this ten million about?"