Chapter 49 Celeste, let me feel you

Elias was drenched in a cold sweat as Nathaniel's icy gaze bore into him. He quickly stammered, "Thankfully, Mrs. Ford wasn't harmed either. I'll make sure the person who framed us pays for it, and I'll handle it to your satisfaction!"

Nathaniel's eyes were frosty, showing no signs of forgiveness.

Then, Celeste gently grasped his wrist, her beautiful face brushing against his arm as she tried to soothe him.

"Mr. Ford, look, I'm totally fine. Let's not blow this out of proportion, okay?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Ford!" Elias jumped in quickly.

Celeste scoffed softly. She certainly didn't forgive Elias.

Her intervention was merely a tactical move to eventually track down the Boss through Elias. She peeked inside the room, her lips curling into a slight smile as she whispered playfully, "But Mr. Martin, you're not exactly young anymore. You surely don't plan on being my brother-in-law, do you?"

"Never! Absolutely not!" Elias quickly realized what she implied. "After everyone saw Ava's disgrace today, I couldn't bear to think about continuing anything with her..."

"That settles it then." Celeste nodded, and Nathaniel escorted her out, his grip tight on her hand.

She looked up at Nathaniel's stern profile, his expression still grim as they entered the car.

Once they were inside, Nathaniel finally spoke with seriousness. "From now on, you need to have a few people with you when you go out. We can't have a repeat of today."

He held her hand tightly, clearly still shaken by the events of the day.

Celeste paused, then shook her head, "No need, Mr. Ford. See, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?" If he assigns bodyguards to her, how will she complete her mission?

She gently stroked the tense muscles on Nathaniel's body, patting his chest to calm him. "I'm always careful, you know that. Just relax."

"That's not enough," Nathaniel said gruffly.

His dark eyes reflected her image, and in that brief moment of eye contact, Celeste could see his lingering fear.

"I was really worried, darling," Nathaniel's voice was husky, showing his concern but respecting her independence.

He caressed her face gently with his rough fingertips, emphasizing each word, "From now on, whatever happens, you must let me know right away."

"…Alright."

Celeste's lips twitched slightly as she was held close, noticing his tight grip and rigid body.

Normally so composed, his eyes now shimmered with worry.

Nathaniel... scared?

It was hard for her to imagine a man of his stature, draped in wealth and power, accustomed to having his way, showing any signs of fear.

"Mr. Ford, you…"

Before she could finish, he kissed her, cutting off her words.

Celeste's heart missed a beat.

His lips, cool to the touch, pressed down urgently as if he couldn't wait to affirm their mutual existence.

The scent of their cologne intertwined as Nathaniel's tongue skillfully slipped into her mouth, drawing her into a deeper connection.

The temperature in the car rose steadily, leaving Celeste's mind blank as her heart pounded uncontrollably fast.

"Sir, Ma'am, we've arrived." It was only when Felix, the driver, stopped the car that Nathaniel finally broke the kiss.

Breathless, Celeste looked at him with dazed eyes.

Without saying a word, Nathaniel scooped her up and carried her straight to the grand bed in their bedroom.

Celeste knew he wanted to pick up where they had left off.

"Celeste, let me feel you," he murmured tenderly into her ear as he kissed her, his voice hoarse as if she was a precious treasure he couldn't bear to lose.

Holding his face in her hands, she gazed deeply into his clear, deep eyes that were utterly intoxicating.

She smiled and nodded, leaning in to kiss him back.

Nathaniel sighed deeply, his body pressing down onto hers.

Her hair spread out on the dark gray sheets, and he peeled off her black dress, even stripping away her undergarments, exposing her curves fully to his gaze.

He shed his shirt, revealing a lean, muscled torso, and his readiness was evident as he undid his pants.

"Honey, move your hand," Nathaniel rasped, his voice husky.

She had been shielding her chest with her hand, turning her face away from his intense gaze.

"Then you, look away first..." Celeste's voice was low, overwhelmed by the forthrightness of his stare.

Throughout it all, his gaze had never left her, commanding and intense, like an ancient emperor, exuding a powerful sexual energy.

Embarrassed beyond measure, Celeste tried to cover his eyes.

But Nathaniel caught her hand, freeing one of his to touch...

"Mm," she breathed out softly.

Seeing the aroused flush on her face, Nathaniel leaned in closer, his actions growing bolder.

His warm hand caressed her chest, gently kneading and playing with her.

He kissed her passionately, starting at her forehead, moving down to her lips, and then further, claiming her thoroughly.

"Not just to look, but to touch, and to kiss... Honey, you're too addictive!"

Nathaniel's lips reached her abdomen, his smile broadening as he felt her body soften under his touch.

He knew his wife might appear demure, but in bed, she was as unrestrained and bold as he was, eager to let go and fully enjoy the pleasures of lovemaking—

"Ah... Mr. Ford, no!"

Celeste's scream broke through as Nathaniel's kisses lingered on her chest, teasing the tender spots, and now he ventured further, parting her legs and moving indirectly!