Chapter 13 Addicted

The scene was too embarrassing... Celeste instinctively closed her eyes, but the images in her mind refused to go away. She bit her lip, yet uncontrollable gasps of pleasure still escaped her mouth. In the quiet night, the girl's sweet voice was like an aphrodisiac, driving Nathaniel into a further frenzy. As passion deepened, he inserted his fingers into her mouth, savoring the sensation of her lips around them. "Mmm..." The posture with his fingers in her mouth was too bizarre, causing Celeste to suddenly imagine certain embarrassing positions. Overwhelmed by the heat, she felt uneasy, her body involuntarily tensing up. "Don't clench... be good..." "I'm not, oooh... Mr. Ford, go easier." Even for the usually bold Celeste, experiencing that position for the first time was almost too much. "Beg me... say it out loud." Nathaniel's voice was husky, struggling not to climax immediately from her tightness enveloping him. He lightly smacked Celeste's firm behind. "Say it!" "Ah..." Did he spank her? Though not painful, that action combined with the position was just too embarrassing! Celeste bit her lip but eventually gave in to his demands. "Mmm... Mr. Ford... please, please..." As she spoke, her soft voice drove Nathaniel wilder, his thrusts intensifying. Celeste never imagined a day when she'd be presenting herself openly, hands braced against the wall as the man took her from behind. "Say it, beg me to finish inside you!" "Mmm, no..." Celeste refused, finding those words too much even for her. But the more she resisted, the rougher Nathaniel became. Her body was too enticing, so tight yet soft, only growing wetter no matter how he used her. The snug, slick sensation gripping him made Nathaniel's restraint falter. He leaned over, groping her breasts as he urged in her ear. "Quick, say it." Punctuating his words with fevered thrusts against that spot inside her, he shattered Celeste's coherence until she finally spoke. "Please Mr. Ford, finish inside me..." "Good!" Nathaniel growled, then with several dozen ferocious strokes reached her deepest depths. At last, the two climaxed together. …… After a long and draining night, Celeste was whisked back to bed in Nathaniel's arms. Resting against him, she felt unexpectedly more exhausted than she ever had from any mission. "There won't be another night like tonight at the auction," Nathaniel promised, his voice deep and comforting. He tenderly kissed her hair and gazed at her with profound affection. "You're my wife now, Celeste. No one in Sea City can touch you," he stated decisively. Celeste suddenly realized that Nathaniel was promising to protect her. Her heart raced as she met his deep, tender eyes, which radiated a warmth she could scarcely handle. Having lost her mother early and been raised by strict instructors, Celeste had not experienced genuine affection for many years. Overwhelmed by her feelings, she instinctively hugged him tighter. "Thank you, Mr. Ford." Nathaniel seemed pleased with her response, cherishing the moment as she nestled closer like a kitten finding comfort in safety. He savored the feeling, gently stroking her hair as he murmured a promise. "I'll investigate everything they've done to you, and then..." He trailed off, his tone hardening suddenly. Celeste, always alert to shifts in the atmosphere from her years in crisis situations, noticed the change immediately. Recalling how everyone at the police station had reacted to his presence, she wondered. Nathaniel was just a businessman, so why did he seem like a seasoned warrior? Her thoughts swirled as she drifted off to sleep, pondering whether Nathaniel, like her, might have a far more complex identity. … The next day, Celeste relaxed in the garden, wearing a clean, white dress with fine hand embroidery from the renowned designer Van. The dress perfectly complemented her, making her seem like part of the beautiful landscape. She sipped her coffee and scrolled through the news on her phone. "Turmoil at the auction, Chloe ousted as president!" "White Group on the brink of collapse!" Celeste paused, coffee cup in hand. The simultaneous downfall of Chloe and the White family seemed too convenient. "Could Nathaniel have orchestrated this?" she mused. Last night, after they had some intimate time, Nathaniel did mention something about getting revenge. Now, he's moving so fast? Celeste's phone buzzed, interrupting her thoughts. It was a call from Sophia, her good friend and former colleague who had since retired after a successful career. It was a call from Sophia, her good friend and former colleague who had since retired after a successful career. "Hey, Ann! I heard you got hitched?" Sophia's lively voice filled the earpiece, making Celeste chuckle. "Sophia, what made you give me a call out of the blue?" Sophia, luckier than Celeste, had settled into a cozy, simple life after finishing her duties. "If I hadn't called, how long were you planning to keep this from me?" Sophia teased. "Celeste, why the rush into marriage? Is it for real, or just for a mission? The mission is nearly done, and you have so much ahead of you—don't sacrifice your whole life for this." Sophia couldn't hide her curiosity after learning Celeste had married Nathaniel. "Do you really think I'd do that?" Celeste said, casually stirring her coffee and flashing a sly smile. "Everything just clicked. The marriage my mom arranged turned out to be exactly what I was looking for." "So, you found someone who fits your perfect dream guy description? Handsome, ripped, tall, with straight legs, and extremely virile?" "Exactly." Celeste thought back on Nathaniel's appearance, murmuring, "He's got great genes, and I was thinking of having kids. He's perfect for that." The memories of last night came flooding back. His strong, lean arms wrapped tightly around her waist, their bodies pressed close, his voice whispering naughty things as he took her from behind, over and over... Those memories made Celeste blush. For some reason, she felt a warmth spreading through her lower belly and a slight... dampness. "Really? But Ann, can you really keep it together and just walk away after the baby?" "Hey, this is Nathaniel we're talking about. You haven't fallen for him, have you?" Celeste covered her face. "Not fallen... maybe just a bit addicted." Sophia, "What???"