Chapter 16 Let me guide you.

Celeste heard Nathaniel's deep voice in her ear as he entered her from behind. They had been indulging in passionate nights together, and Celeste had grown accustomed to his size. But today, everything felt intensely urgent, with Nathaniel's movements more vigorous than ever before. Her core was pounded into a delicious haze, pleasure radiating through her body. Celeste arched her head back, allowing him to ravage her sensual spots. While taking her, Nathaniel also observed keenly. His innocent, lovely wife seemed unlikely to be that woman. But for some whimsical reason, Nathaniel wanted to see if she could ride— Evidence showed that even on her second attempt at being on top, Celeste was still quite clumsy. She awkwardly gyrated her hips, having taken him in fully yet clueless on how to move purposefully. Her chaotic flailing brought them no satisfaction, only making a mess. "Mr. Ford, I can't..." Celeste's flushed cheeks complemented her fumbling movements, her full bottom swaying erratically as she failed to find that glorious feeling. Nathaniel watched closely, struck by how endearingly genuine her ineptitude was, a bashful desperation so unlike the woman who had accused him. "Let me guide you." Gripping her waist, he murmured instructions in her ear. "Try squatting up and down." "Like this?" The position made her flush deeper. "Yes, good...now higher...deeper..." "Can I go faster? Oh!" "So good!" Nathaniel praised wholeheartedly for the first time. Her curvaceous figure was truly a treat, an alluring mix of girlish naivety and brazen passion in the bedroom. He could spend a lifetime savoring her body. "I'm glad you're pleased, Mr. Ford," Celeste whispered shyly, crimson-faced and heeding his guidance unthinkingly. Her hips swayed with devoted effort. Opening her eyes, she glimpsed Nathaniel's peculiar expression - so different from his usual stoic mien. . He looked pained yet euphoric, as if her movements alone controlled his pleasure, each undulation drawing guttural groans. An odd sense of satisfaction bloomed within Celeste. Tapping into her ample stamina, she diligently rose and squatted, rolling her hips just as Nathaniel instructed. She tilted her head back, brushing away the damp strands of hair, both lost in the intense pleasure of the moment. It wasn't until Nathaniel, with a firm grip, pulled her down forcefully several times, culminating in a deep growl, that he finally released inside her. … Afterward, Celeste slipped off him and headed to the bathroom to clean up. It was only then she managed to catch a call. "Hey, how's the investigation going?" Celeste asked. "I've looked into Nathaniel beyond just his status as a billionaire, but there's nothing out of the ordinary. However, I did find out that his movements were quite secretive before his parents passed away. He was supposedly studying abroad, but the details are sparse, and it's unclear what he was up to," Sophia replied, curiosity in her voice. "Do you really think there's more to him?" "Just a gut feeling. His approach is... very forceful," Celeste said, her cheeks coloring slightly at the thought. She didn't mention that Nathaniel's forcefulness wasn't just in his business dealings; it extended to his intimate behavior as well. "He seems to be investigating his parents' deaths. If you find any relevant information, send it my way." "No problem! You just focus on getting ready for pregnancy and leave the rest to me," Sophia joked. "It's not that quick..." They exchanged a few more playful remarks before Celeste finished her shower and returned to the bedroom. Nathaniel had just put his phone away. His eyes swept over her body as she moved, her skin smooth and fresh beneath the robe, each step highlighting her toned muscles. Her physique was even more sculpted than any top cheerleader's, and Nathaniel was well aware of her flawless form. Yet whether it was the assassins from before or the female motorcyclist they encountered today, Nathaniel saw a hint of Celeste in all of them. "Aren't you tired, Mr. Ford?" Celeste asked as she lay down beside him, curling up quietly in his arms like a well-behaved rabbit. Nathaniel gently caressed her face, his fingers accidentally brushing the red birthmark behind her ear. His heart stirred. Were all these events just coincidences? "Let's sleep," he suggested. Celeste shifted, letting her hair fall across her face to cover her ears. Nathaniel's gaze lingered on her delicate features; her face was unmarked by scars. But if he covered half of her face, the remaining visible part of her brow and eyes merged with the brief image of today's motorcyclist. He slowly closed his eyes, realizing further confirmation was necessary. Tomorrow they were expecting a visitor. Perhaps, that would be an opportune moment.