You can still listen to the song 'S'il suffisait d'aimer' by Celine Dion for the beginning (the link to the Love Bug playlist is in the external link below 😘)

It is really home here. Anastasia smiles as the light fabric of one of Nathaniel's tee-shirts slides on her skin, wrapping her in a large yet cozy embrace that resembles a lot to his arms. In fact, she is already engulfed in his scent from the large shirt – which she has picked already worn to be sure to have his perfume – to the air around, and even her skin, permeated with his fruity shower gel.

He is everywhere around, and she is too, as she grabs a pair of lacy panties and one of her hair ties resting by the sink.

She may have moved some of her things – the less meaningful clothes and knick-knacks – at Fergus's house today, yet it is in this small bathroom, in the main room behind the wooden door where soft notes of guitar are coming from, and in this whole treehouse perched in a tall sequoia that she is home.

She could even forget there is something else outside Nathaniel, her, and their safe bubble, as the rest of the world can't reach her, and it almost doesn't appear real in moments like this.

That's why she has needed to take a shower: to erase more than just the sweat of today's activities, but also any of Fergus's touches, even if they have just been a hand at the small of her back or an arm around her shoulders, and to try to wash off all the weights on her stomach and chest. Though for that, it is mostly Nathaniel, his kisses, his voice, and his whole presence that has helped.

He is the reason for the relaxation and warmth in her muscles when she steps out of the bathroom, and if she has had any remaining weight lingering in her, they are all annihilated by his powerful softness as he is still playing his guitar, and she recognizes immediately the melody he is humming.

The song is taking another dimension through his smooth lips, and when he tries to sing the lyrics, he is taking it in another universe; he is taking her in another universe. She is soaring in space, surrounded by celestial lights and reaching a new world where he makes the lyrics come true. He may be struggling with the words, mostly slurring the syllables in his adorable American accent, but it makes it even better, and the lyrics are clear for her heart.

Music is a universal language that knows no boundary. In this instant, she is sure of it as he is creating infinite, and she wants to capture this out-of-this-world delicacy to remember it is possible and keep it forever. So that's what she tries to do discreetly, although Nate is already more than aware of her presence.

He has sensed the intensity of her gaze burning him before even the steam escaping the bathroom, and if he keeps singing, it's only for her because he wants to give her back a little bit of all the faith and happiness she brings him at every moment.

He just wants to make her smile; she deserves it after the 'long and tiring' day she's endured, and it seems to be working as her grin is beaming around the room and warming his skin. Without even looking up, he can feel it, along with the shine in her gaze sending tingles to his chest and in all his restless nerves, and the drumming of his heart is outshining the music in his headphones, as he's more nervous than in front of a thousand people. Yet she's the only one with whom he feels at ease to be fully himself.

After a few more notes, all these sensations are sparking fire on his skin. Thus, he can't resist peeking at her, and as expected, he loses his concentration the second he glimpses her smile shining until her eyes, and he's songless and breathless, happily burning, when his gaze travels lower to his navy blue tee-shirt engulfing her petite silhouette until the middle of her thighs.

He slowly follows the lines of her slim legs all the way down to her bare feet, back up to the forms of her chest, still showing through his shirt with every heavy rise of her lungs, and finally to her delicate face framed by a messy bun until he catches sight of the detail in her hand, stopping the fast rhythm of his heart.

"Were you recording me?!"

As if caught red-handed, or more exactly, with a phone in her hands, she bites on her lower lip, her eyes wandering around before landing on him with an innocent look and a light blush on her cheeks, and it only makes this sight of her in his tee-shirt more sinful when she confesses with a devious smile, "Um... maybe..."

"Why?" He furrows his eyebrows, discarding his guitar and headphones to the side to focus all his attention on her silhouette walking up to him, and once again, he is gazing at her like she is a mystery.

While for her, the reason is obvious on the screen she shows him proudly, and in her grin. "Because I want to keep this moment forever."

"Isn't it risky?" he asks, his eyes, still as big, flicking between her and the phone as if it was a dangerous weapon ready to blow up at any second, and his arms are wrapping around her small waist in an instinct to protect her as he pulls her to sit on his lap.

Of course, the fact that she wants to keep a tangible memory of him is warming his chest so sweetly, yet he can't forget the cold reality.

He, himself, has wished to have a picture of her, or even of them together, to always have her with him. His fingers have been so close to snap a picture a few times when she's been sleeping peacefully in his arms or when he's heard the crystalline sound of her laugh. But he knows how easily a keepsake can become a piece of evidence.

"No, don't worry. I'll lock it with a password."

Of course, she's thought of everything.

"And it's just to listen to it before I fall asleep. So that way it's like I have you with me, singing me to sleep," she adds with a shaky sigh, the confession leaving her breathless, though she isn't the only one as Nathaniel's shallow breaths are tickling the warmth on her cheek, so close to her lips.

"One day, I'll be next to you, singing you to sleep every night."

It may only be a whisper, yet they are the strongest words he has ever pronounced, as they become more than a wish he dreams every night. It is a vow, especially when his hand slides down to hers, intertwining their fingers, and everything passes through these tiny little gestures and murmurs.

"I can't wait..." She smiles down at her phone screen, and his own lips are tickling with a grin, as wide as his eyes as he stares between the two in awe, and soon also in disbelief.

"And you recorded me when you arrived too?"

"Um, yeah... I need all of this to fall asleep when you're away..."Although her shrug is casual, the pink shade on her cheeks slowly blossoming into a brighter red is telling another story, and he doesn't like where it's going as her gaze flickers for the briefest second to his wedding ring before trailing down.

Once again, his heart is stunned in front of her small yet significant gestures, but this time, it is a harsh punch in his chest, and it looks like today she's putting it through the mill without even trying. He can't bear to hear this fragility in her voice, not when she's talking about the strongest thing he's ever felt: his love for her.

He's thought he's made it clear a million times already, but he'll prove it a billion more if she needs him to. So with the same hand, he grabs her chin, lifting it slowly until the mystical and soft colors of her eyes can meet the assured and loving dark ones of his.

"You know you're the only one I think about when I go to sleep. The last one in my thoughts before I fall asleep, the first one when I wake up, and in between, you're in all my dreams."

And sadly, sometimes in his nightmares too, but he won't say it and bring more shadows from hell in her beautiful eyes.

"You're the only one for me, no matter what the government, a ring, or anyone says, and that's why I'm fighting."

For once, the fire of determination isn't in her; it's in his tenebrous eyes, shining with ardent love and blazing with sincerity, and it is consuming any remaining doubt and shadow of insecurity as she is melting faster than ever.

"That's why I don't want you to give your hand to anyone else... I know I've already given mine..." He sighs, sounding like he is thinking out loud, or more exactly sorting his thoughts, as it is the first time they are letting out so openly what has been on their mind since maybe their first encounter. "But you have my heart."

"And you have all of me no matter what," she replies, her eyes turning clearer, and almost transparent now that the clouds of insecurities have dissipated.

They are both breathless, staring at each other so close, while their words have left a heavy intensity in the air, and the meanings behind each one are echoing like in a magnetic field. She can't determine if it is good or bad because it's the pressure of the world clashing with the strength of their feelings, and it is becoming suffocating and even crippling. But luckily, Nathaniel still moves, closing the inch between their lips, and she finds her oxygen there.

His mouth is more passionate than ever, as if trying to prove his words and spelling them with his lips, tongue, and fingers, and she gives him a little bit more of her through this kiss.

When they break apart, the air is still as thick though, maybe even more than before, as they have turned each word louder, like the bangs of their heart, and both are currently ringing in her ears.

It is in these moments that she really takes in the intensity of their feelings, and it is exhilarating and scary at the same time, when three months ago, she would have never thought something like this could be possible. So much can change in so little time...

Her heart is already wandering to Nathaniel's sweet promises, while her brain is less nice, going back to overthinking towards a dark path she and Nathaniel are both too familiar with. So when she glimpses his gaze growing more faraway, she quickly tries to lighten the atmosphere and head for a brighter mindset.

"What's the first thing you want to do once we're free?"

'Once' not 'if', Nate notes the small word that makes all the difference, every dreadful if in his mind being thrown away with the jump of his heart.

"You know I want to fall asleep next to you every night. But what about you?"

His thoughts, and especially his heart, are running wild as she's leaving feather-like kisses along the crook of his neck, at least until his next words. "I want to take you on a proper date."

This instantly makes her lift her head back up, her sparkling eyes meeting his with curiosity and something more when he continues,

"You know, in one of those fancy restaurants where they serve those horrible green juices."

As she lets out a light laugh, he can imagine so easily the crystalline sound echoing in one of those places.

"And scream to the world that I'm yours." His gaze is fully serious as it dives into hers, and she still can't explain the feeling in her chest, the infinity of tingles sparking from there and expanding with each thump of her heart.

She wants to laugh at his craziness, yet she also wants to scream with him, as she knows he could do it, and she wants to kiss him again and again for being so adorable, so sweet, so crazy, so him. But most importantly, she wants to believe.

"Though I also really like your idea of spending every night together."

"We can do both. We'll do anything we want."

"Anything?" The word instantly catches his attention, his eyebrow lifting, and his devious smirk almost stretching into a cheeky grin as he leans closer again, yet it never gets to tickle her lips as the notification ringing from his phone stops him.

"No?! Don't tell me Sacha has sent me the map? Now?!" he groans, narrowing his eyes only half-playfully, as she can glimpse the curse words going through his mind, and before losing her resolve in the tenebrous shades, she pats his chest, leaving one last kiss on his cheek and getting up.

"Anything. But for now, we have to work for it."

It doesn't even feel like work though, when the hardest thing to do is deciding through all these masterpieces which ones can convince the most people. At the same time, it isn't easy either, because each person is different; each heart is different, and Anastasia is listening to hers, hoping it will reach most and these little details can make a big difference.

She is so engrossed in her task and all those pieces of art from another time that she loses track of the seconds, minutes, and hours ticking, and she only lifts her head when she feels Nathaniel shifting under her legs. He is her only point of reference in all of this, along with the lost feeling that she notices just now in her left forearm and that lets her guess that it has been longer than she has thought.

She could have got lost forever, laying on her stomach on the soft bed, discovering so many love stories that give her more faith, and mostly, soothed by Nathaniel's light touch on her naked feet. She is sure that heaven isn't more comfortable.

But apparently, he isn't as much at ease. From the shuffling she can hear, it is like he has the same lost feeling as hers, yet in all his body, and he is switching position every two seconds, only settling on one thing: his hand that every time finds its way back to brush a part of her legs and brings her more comfort.

Nevertheless, as cozy as it is, she can sense the tensions emanating from him and traveling in all her nerve-endings, and although she is still beaming with the last happy ending she has read, humming the melody he has been singing for her earlier, her smile falls down with her heart the second she turns around and glimpses his strained features.

The shadows from hell are almost hovering over his figure as he is focusing, or more exactly glaring at his phone screen, and his curls are all messed up from running his hand through them too many times, and even slightly damp as the temperature is almost stifling here.

She hasn't noticed as she doesn't mind the heat – at least, reasonably because she still remembers the searing pain in her lungs and her whole body from that unforgettable steam room. But from Nathaniel's red cheeks and the few beads of sweat gliding down his forehead, he seems to be struggling with this suffocating atmosphere, especially since he is boiling with frustration inside, like a pressure cooker barely held back by his tense muscles.

"What is it?" she asks, kneeling beside him as he is seated with his back against the wall, and she has to lean her head down to catch his eyesight.

"I can't find anything." He shakes his head, the sigh he lets out sounding painful to come out of his chest. "I thought of the air ducts, but it doesn't open to the outside. The mainstream computer room is full of laser alarms, and there's a patrol going around. Every time, there's something that makes it impossible, and I can't find a way to break in."

"We'll talk about it with the others. They can have ideas we didn't think about." Her gaze dives into his to reassure him, or at least, she tries to, yet it is impossible as he is restless, pinching the bridge of his nose and then running his hand down his face.

So she grabs his hands. "Hey, Nathaniel, mon amour, don't worry. We'll find a way. But sometimes when we're too focused on a problem, we can't see the solution. Stop a little, we'll get back to it later, and discussing it with the others might bring new perspectives."

The hint of a smile stretches his lips, as she always has the right arguments, though he can't do more with his jaw still so tense. "Yeah, but you know we don't have time, and I want to be able to fight for it."

It's her turn to sigh, and as he really focuses his gaze on her, he notices the tenderness and compassion falling in her eyes with her frown, quickly followed by the shadows he knows too well. They're never talking about it clearly, and he feels like a coward for it because he is very well aware that she's as haunted as him now, and he's the one who has brought all this darkness into her eyes and her life. He doesn't even understand how she can still bring him so much light.

"You said it yourself, we can't fight alone, and we're stronger together."

"Yeah... I just hoped all those years in the military could at least be useful for that..." he mumbles under his breath, watching as she softly yet firmly takes the phone from his hand to put it aside, offering him a playful smile instead.

"I don't think they teach you to break in illegally?"

It might not be a lot, but this pulls him a chuckle, his features relaxing enough to let out the low vibration that goes straight to her chest, and her heart would be fully soaring if his gaze was in hers, and not lingering on his phone.

That's why she slides her hand to his cheek to make him look at her and share whatever is still bothering him. "There's something else, right?"

Of course, there are a billion shadows chasing them.

In their race against time, they conveniently haven't found a minute to address them, yet it doesn't mean they aren't haunted all the time. If it is natural to talk about a bright future, it isn't as easy to consider the dark present and the possibility of darker days coming. She is afraid to pronounce all those words out loud like a curse that would make them too real. But if Nathaniel needs it, she can be strong.

"I don't know, I think that after... I don't want to be a soldier anymore...if there's an army... I don't know..."

She hasn't expected this, though, in a way, he is combining both the faith and the fear, the past and future, and even if he sounds tormented, he still brings her hope with his words.

"But I don't know what I could do."

That is probably the easiest question he could ask her, and her smile is assured as she replies, "Anything you want!"

"I've never learned anything else, and apparently, I'm not even good as a soldier..." He sighs, his gaze already going down, yet she doesn't let him, as her light laugh catches his attention.

"Seriously?! Come on! You're probably the most talented person I know. Whatever you do, you're good– no, excellent at it! These fingers of yours..." She playfully pokes the tip of his fingers that are fiddling with the hem of her shirt. "They can do anything. You could play baseball, be a gardener, a barista... I'm sure you'll find something..."

She has many doubts for the future, but this is the only thing she is sure of as she trails her hand to his chest, right above his heart, where she can feel the harmonious and fast rhythm of his heart, guiding her words.

"I don't know either, well, except that I'm gonna be taken on a real date. But someone wise once told me it's okay to not have everything figured out."

He might have already heard this indeed, and he really has to be careful about what he says because she never forgets anything. Though he doesn't care at this instant, bursting into laughter in front of her bright smile, shining with a hint of mischievousness.

"Who said that? Maybe he isn't that wise!"

"He is. He's my hero." She leans closer so he can feel the warmth of her smile above his, and she silences him with her index finger before he can add anything. "And my hero has worked enough for today. He needs to relax..." Her lips are supporting the arguments with wandering kisses along his jaw, dissolving languidly the last remaining tensions there. "Let me take care of you, my hero."

She's really good at pleading her cause, and he surrenders in a shallow breath when she nibbles on his earlobe, her determined hands already sliding under his tank top and lighting his skin on fire, which is almost literal in the steamy atmosphere.

He hasn't put the air conditioning on because he knows she doesn't like the cold, and if minutes ago, the stickiness of his skin has been bothering him, he's gladly suffocating as she licks up a bead of sweat from the base of his neck, purposely slowing down on his Adam's apple.

When she reaches the corner of his mouth, not even the soft breeze coming from the open window can save him. The temperature keeps climbing up, and it comes from her fire. 

He watches transfixed as her tongue slips out to trace the outlines of his parted lips, and his heart is already jumping, ready to land on her tempting pink mouth when she pulls away, leaving his heart, his lips, and all his nerve endings hanging for a kiss.

She's driving him crazy with her teasing touches, even backing away when he tries to lean in, and he sees clearly what she is doing through her gaze. The dark lust may be spreading quickly towards the gray circle on the outside of her irises, but her eyes are still illuminated with a spark of deviousness fueling the flames.

She's using his own techniques to distract him, and it's working. He can't think straight to form words, his frustration only coming out in raspy groans, though it's obviously not the same frustration as before. This one is exhilarating, rushing ardent desire in his veins.

He could easily cup her face and capture the lip she's lightly sucking between her teeth; however, he decides to pull out his own arguments as he firmly grabs her hips, leading her to straddle him and meet his crotch, and the gasp she breathes in lets him know she hasn't expected him to be that convincing that quickly – neither he, when he's so stressed.

But with a tempting angel straddling him like that, he can't remember anything else, only feel. They both do as she rests her forehead on his, her composure melting as fast as the blood fusing down where he is pushing her against his big bulge.

Now that his tee-shirt has ridden up her thighs, there is only the lace of her flimsy panties separating her throbbing heat from the rough friction of his pants and his rugged fingers, which are softly grazing her skin like the strings of his guitar and setting a dizzying rhythm, and once more, she is left shivering.

Yet before getting completely hypnotized again, she gives him a quick peck that has him groaning her name, and she pulls away, as it is her turn to make him feel good.

She wants to bring him as much pleasure as he always offers her in so many ways, or at least, try to. With his eyes wide, and his pupils fully blown-out, following each of her movements, he is making her heart hammer harder and harder against her ribcage and her legs weaker and weaker, always the same duality...

And she could almost forget what she has in mind, almost... because her hands haven't lost their direction, tracing the outlines of his tank top, and noticing closely the relaxation in his muscles. Well, they are still tensed from his strained shoulders to his flexed fingers around her hips, but she can feel the tiny yet meaningful difference under her pads as she is rushing to take off his shirt, a shallow gasp escaping her in front of the exposed skin.

If his taut body in a white tank top has already made her heartbeat wilder – and not only the one in her chest – since the second she has glimpsed him playing the guitar, and the pulsations have grown stronger with each bead of sweat glistening on his firm muscles, it has been nothing in comparison with the erratic throbbing invading her now, and the fast rhythm is leading her gaze and her fingers on every dip and edge of his chest.

She will never get used to this sight, this godly sight, this exact same sight as on their first encounter, this sight that could be only hers one day. The powerful muscles, the satiny skin, the deep lines and sparse hair pointing the way unequivocally... her lips are swooping down, chasing each detail with much more assurance, possessiveness... and love than that day.

She makes sure to pay special attention and care to every inch of skin, starting from his compass pendant to his left nipple above his heart and down to his scar, and the lower she goes, the more his breathing is picking up. The more she tastes the salty savor of his skin, the more her mouth is watering.

When she reaches his V-lines, they are both out of breath. She doesn't stop though, her fingers sneaking into his pants and freeing his erection with an ease that could be deceptive, when her nerves are in fact, as shaky as the quivers of his stomach.

"Ana... my angel..."

It's he who is making her unstoppable. She realizes it as his husky groan travels in all her nerve-endings, spurring her to lick a lazy stripe from the base of his hard length, while her hands are pushing any piece of fabric standing in their way, and when his tone becomes firmer, so do the impulses down her core – unless it is the twitch of his hardness under the tip of her tongue?

"Ana." He grabs tightly her jaw before she can wrap her plump lips around his tip because then, he won't be able to stop her. "Ana, you-you don't–"

"I said I'll make you feel good. You deserve it." She offers him a mix of a sweet smile and a seductive smirk with these tempting lips that his hardness is begging with throbs to feel.

Yet he still sees the fragility of her features behind.

"I should be the one saying this after the 'long and tiring' day you've had."

She might be really good at distracting him, but he can't forget so easily the throbbing in his chest – as intense as the one he's currently feeling in his groin – he's felt all day when she's been away, there...

"You deserve to feel good more than anyone," he adds, his left hand brushing softly her cheek, while the other one has to grab hers to stop her determined movements.

"But I want to do this for you." She doesn't let him pull her closer, staying in a kneeled position that resembles too much to his wildest fantasies, and added to the earnest tone falling out of her pink lips and her light frown, it's shaking his resolve, as much as his hard-on.

He wants to take care of her, but how can he resist the tornado Anastasia? Does he even want to?

"Okay, then I have an idea... to make us both come to an agreement..."

Nathaniel and his ideas... His mischievous smirk is tingling her skin with excitement, and although she easily guesses what he is thinking through the twinkle of his dark eyes, she stills her smile with the hold of her teeth as she breathes out,

"Tell me more."

"Let me show you..." He leans closer, taking the bottom of her smile between his own teeth to suck it languorously, and in this moment, he could do anything with her.

He has her on the tip of his lips, and his tongue when he slips it through her parted lips, crashing their mouths for a full kiss. Her whole body is dissolving into this kiss, and he is spreading his wildness through her veins.

She is left breathless and moaning for more when he pulls away, taking her – more exactly, his – tee shirt off her body in one swift motion, and the carnal once-over he gives her sets the promise of how she is going to be eaten, literally.

After that, if she had any breath left in her lungs, it would be knocked out when he slides lower on the bed to lie down completely, not breaking eye contact with her.

"Come here, my love bug."

He doesn't need to add anything else; his gaze could not be more explicit. It is enough to gather more wetness where he hasn't even touched her yet, and under this ardent look, she barely trusts her legs as she slowly crawls to him.

Yet she doesn't avert her eyes, letting the burn of his dark ones imprint in every inch of her memory until she turns her back to him, straddling his head.

"Fuck..."

Apparently, she isn't the only one who can't believe the sight in front of her that looks straight out of a sinful fantasy, and she does the mistake of glancing over her shoulder to be sure it isn't just a steamy dream.

That drunk expression on his face, she could never imagine something so blissful, and when he slides down her panties, he heightens this reality in all her nerve-endings with his slow and greedy touch, following all her curves until he rips off her panties, and she has to steady herself on her wobbly arms.

She doesn't know how she will be able to keep herself up when her knees are ready to buckle at any second. Yet Nathaniel is always there to have her back, or more exactly her butt, as he gropes her and leads her to sit above his mouth, and the first tickle of his warm breath on her burning center instantly sends an electric shock throughout her whole body.

She is electrified when his voice resonates against her walls. "Do you like my idea?"

From the close view he has on her wetness, he might already guess the answer, but if it isn't obvious enough, she arches into him, stressing her reply with kisses along his hard length. "Yes, I love it."

This, combined with the sight of her small yet plump forms above him, is all the answer he needs, and it unleashes the last strain of his primal wildness as he latches his mouth on her glistening nerves, lapping greedily and letting her fill all his senses with her sweet taste, her addictive scent, her breathless moans, her captivating curves, and her... touch.

"Ana!" He almost comes undone when she wraps her lips around his hardness, slowly taking him into her warm mouth, and he has to hold his hips back from moving when her hands reach for his balls, massaging softly and creating dizzying tingles until each of his nerve endings is aroused, overwhelmed, and invaded by her and only her.

It's so many sensations all at once. His attention is flying everywhere to not miss a detail of his heavenly sinful fantasy, while all the blood is being pumped by the back-and-forth of her mouth, and he kisses her languorously, sucking, nibbling, and dipping his tongue into her entrance to sate her with as much pleasure.

"Oh yes! Nathaniel!" she moans shamelessly, unable to hold back the cry of pleasure, and she doesn't want to anyway. She wants to show him how much she loves his wild ideas, his craziness, and all of him.

Her thighs are already writhing as his tongue is becoming wilder, exploring deeper and reaching that spot inside her, where sparks are arising. Yet she doesn't stop the fast movements of her mouth either, spurred to circle his leaking tip with her tongue, and the feeling of his smooth and hard length with the echo of his erratic pants are creating even more tingles in her core.

They are both giving, taking, and receiving, and she can't decide what is better. Everything is as pleasurable. It is sharing, and it is sparking flutters of ecstasy everywhere, gathering them all in her core with every fast beat of her heart.

In no time, it is a tight ball of electric fire growing in her lower stomach, ready to explode and swallow her whole at any second.

"Nathaniel... I'm-I'm close..." she stammers between urgent gasps, her hands replacing her mouth for an instant as she tries to hold back what she knows she can't fight.

"Come for me, my angel." The paradox is at its finest as he gently kisses her swollen and throbbing nerves.

Yet she still looks like an angel as he slips his fingers through her bun, freeing the golden curls to let them fall in a perfect waterfall over her white skin, and even more as he sneaks his hands to do the same with her breasts, releasing them from the tight fabric of her bra and caressing the silky skin.

His gaze wanders down her back until the red marks he's just left, in awe with the pure sinfulness she is.

She's a sinful angel from the graceful and instinctive sways of her hips to the soft moans of his name falling from her lips against his hardness, and the taste of her climax on the tip of his tongue is surely the sweetest sin.

He can feel this impossible mix of heaven and hell in his veins, an excruciating fire and a floating bliss rushing to his member as her mouth keeps enveloping him, not even faltering her rhythm through her shivers of pleasure. She's incredible, surreal, and he's about to get blown away in heaven or hell, and maybe even both.

"Ana!" He has to slightly pull away from her sweet heat to take deep breaths. "Ana, stop... I'm gonna come..." he repeats louder to catch her attention when she doesn't stop.

At first, he thinks she's too lost in her own bliss, but he quickly understands how clearly she's heard him when she picks up her pace, taking him deeper until he's throbbing against the back of her throat.

Once again, he can't fight the tornado Anastasia, his devious angel, and as the sweet euphoria is catching fire in his veins, he can't control the lifts of his hips. He's slipping under the intensity, and his hands instinctively find what to grip.

"Ana! Oh m–"

"Mon dieu!" she echoes his moan with her choked one on the tip of his erection when he takes a firm hold of her butt, pulling her pulsating core back to him.

She is still tingling with the burst of her orgasm, flying in her high, and if it is already overwhelming to keep the attentive movements of her mouth and the swirls of her tongue around his length, it becomes almost impossible when his large hands spread her buttcheeks, opening completely her over-stimulated heat to his devious mouth.

Her body jerks at the tiniest lap from his tongue, and she tries to take deep breaths of the overheated and sex-filled air through her nose as she feels herself being swept away. Actually, she is still going through her orgasm with non-stop tinglings, yet another one is quickly building with the relentless patterns of his tongue and whole mouth.

Through all of this, she is also trying to pull him to the brim of his own high, and it resembles more and more a surreal experience of high and almost-high, like a rollercoaster yet only going higher and faster. She doesn't know if it's Nathaniel who is setting this dizzying rhythm with the flicks of his tongue and she is following with her mouth, or if he is chasing after her tempo, but they are perfectly in sync.

"Ana-Ana! I'm coming... Pull away if-if you don't wanna– you don't have to..."

She understands what he means, the jerky thrusts of his hips and the strained groans being quite obvious. Yet she doesn't move away, hollowing her cheeks more and feeling him hit the back of her throat as he arches under her.

The warm liquid fills her mouth just when he tugs her throbbing clit between his teeth, and the orgasm hits her like a rocket, propelling her into space when she has already been at the top of the rollercoaster.

The sparks, which are not even sparks anymore but explosive fire, are flying her higher and higher, and it is like her soul is escaping her body to another universe. While at the same time, she is still hyper-aware of every sensation: the twitches of his length muffling her cries, the taste of him all over her mouth, and every inch of their skins touching and blazing with tingles as she is completely collapsed on him.

Even when she pulls away, she is still floating, her legs trembling, and her head spinning so much that she is barely grasping her bearings as she slowly moves and turns to Nathaniel. Actually, if it wasn't for his strong arms holding her, she surely would be falling headfirst.

However, when she finally meets his gaze, something is perfectly clear: the shine on his relaxed features and the intensity of his dark gaze that are reaching each tingle inside to prolong them a little bit more. The reality before her, that is the true bliss.

She swallows the last drops of his come as he watches hypnotized, his thumb reaching to brush what remains on her warm and swollen lips, as if to make sure one more time that she isn't just a heavenly apparition, and once he's sure she won't vanish before him, he pulls her closer until their lips meet, so slowly and so softly... It's a contrast with the passion they've gone through seconds ago, and it makes it even better. Both of their most intimate tastes are mixing, and the lazy caresses of their lips are imprinting what they've just shared, like reliving it in slow motion.

"I'm completely relaxed now!" Probably the most he's ever been in his life as his lips, which are still brushing hers, stretch into a wide smile, pulling hers to follow instantly.

He can search for an ounce of tension in his body, but there are only warmth, lightness, and flutters everywhere her skin is touching his. He doesn't remember why he's ever been stressed, and actually, he's forgotten the world outside, even if just for a moment.

There is only the sinful angel in his arms, and he'll never understand her power. Whatever she does, she always makes him feel more than anyone could ever, even when she simply kisses his damp chest above his hammering heart.

"I love your ideas!"

"I love you," he murmurs in her soft hair, knowing the answer to all these mysteries is love as she rests her head on his chest like this place is made just for her.

It is the only thing he's sure of now, and it is enough.

Soooo... I hope you liked this 69 chapter 😈🔥 (I warned you last chapter 😉) and this story being my steamiest so far, I had to do something special! Though I bet you didn't expect that much cuteness too 😉

I hope I made you melt in every way 😉 Vote ⭐ and comment if you liked it! Because you know how much your feedback and support melt my little heart! 😘🌞❤

Also, let me know what you imagine for their Future! 😉 Will they go for round two after this (I'll let you imagine!) and will they have their first proper date and infinity of nights together? 🤔