Nathaniel's warmth pressed against her from below.

She was drenched already.

Yet, frustratingly, though positioned right at the threshold, he wouldn't proceed further.

Celeste wriggled slightly, unconsciously pushing down, allowing him to enter just a bit.

But this was barely enough to quench her thirst.

Nathaniel watched as she twisted beneath him, standing still, even intentionally pulling back a bit.

The slight entry he had made was ...