Chapter 89 Try it, taste yourself

Celeste felt completely overwhelmed by his touch, her whole body going limp. He pinned her hands above her head with just one of his, her knees bent, leaving her at his mercy. Looking down, Nathaniel was captivated by the blush that colored her cheeks, soft and inviting like a ripe peach, almost irresistible. And indeed, he couldn't resist. He kissed her right where she was most sensitive. "Oh—Mr. Ford, stop!" "…Dirty." Celeste's voice was barely a whisper, her eyes shut tight, not daring to look at him. She could hardly believe that Nathaniel, usually so composed, could let go so completely. "Do you really want me to stop?" Nathaniel's provocations continued, even as he saw Celeste shake her head no. Then, suddenly, he pulled his fingers away. A glistening strand lingered between them, clear and shiny. "See? You didn't want me to stop, did you?" Celeste's face turned beet red! "You—just clean it up!" What was Nathaniel thinking, showing it to her like that... "What's