The room was sweltering.

Previously so controlled and gentle, Nathaniel transformed into a figure of raw power.

His back arched, his muscles flexed and pronounced, his veins prominent as he loomed over Celeste.

Careful not to worsen her injuries, he supported himself mainly with his arm strength.

They remained in missionary position for about half an hour, both soaked in sweat.

His forehead rested against Celeste's, and a sweat trickled from his face, landing ...