"Cheater!"

Nate widens his eyes at the index finger pointing accusingly at him, and more than the loud intonation, it's the word he hasn't expected, making his victorious grin turn into an O. "What? Me?"

"Yes, you! I see you." The crease between her eyebrows is more serious than a prosecutive lawyer at the court, and even if he's glancing from left to right, her gaze is piercing through him.

So he can only surrender and let her reach his soul, staring back into her eyes. "What did I do?"

"You can't win so easily again!" She squints her eyes. "You must have marked the cards or shuffled them badly... I don't know!"

He can't take it anymore; he bursts out laughing in front of Anastasia's stern frown, which could frighten most people, but he only finds it meltingly cute. 

"I'd never seen a sore loser as bad as me!"

"I'm not a sore loser. I just always win." She shrugs, still looking as serious, although her frown is slowly smoothing.

"Me too." He grins, leaning close so her warm breath is tickling his lips, giving him ideas for other games. However, his gaze just dives into hers, letting her see sincerely that she indeed always wins.

"We do a rematch?" He teases with his lips barely brushing hers.

"Of course. And this time I will win!" A smile stretches her lips and his follows in a mischievous smirk.

"How about we raise the stakes?" The sparkle of challenge in his eyes and the dark promise in his low voice arise her interest as he gathers the cards and starts slowly shuffling them. 

"If you win, you can do whatever you want with me, and if I win, I can do whatever I want with you."

She raises an eyebrow, her heart rate picking up at this unusual prize. "Whatever?"

"Whatever," he repeats, making sure to be very clear with his sultry tone and unwavering dark gaze, and the shiver he is sending down her spine is already his first victory.

"I let you lay the cards to be sure I win honestly." He hands her the deck of cards with a confident smirk, and another shiver rushes lower this time.

She could easily surrender without playing in the darkness of his penetrating eyes. Yet she won't let him win that easily.

So she takes the cards, holding defiantly his gaze without blinking away. "Let's make it even more interesting... Every time we do a double pair, the other has to strip one layer."

"Deal."

The electricity is flying in the air around, crackling and sparking, but it is also so light and easy.

Her smile is wide as she deals the cards face down on the blanket, and his gaze is solely on her; she feels it piercing through her skin. Though she doesn't dare to look up, and she takes this moment of silence to simmer down and focus. 

With each card laid down, a new thought pops up in her mind, all revolving around Nathaniel. He has really succeeded with his goal for the day because she doesn't remember her worries; she doesn't even remember the world outside. 

Slowly, from his kisses to his sweet attentions, from the unique picnic to the playful games, from his laugh to his dark promises, he has won his way to make her light and relaxed. 

Now, the appointment for the wedding decoration she has canceled is the last of her worries, and the fear of someone suspecting their disappearance for the day has evaporated. Despite her doubts and reluctance for today, he has got what he has planned, and it could intimidate her for the 'whatever' to come, but it only sends more thrills down her spine.

She stares for a second at the cards displayed in perfect rows face down, and she summons her concentration and memory. Today, it's like her brain hasn't been able to remember the matching pairs. It has never happened to her before; she always wins at Memory. But it has happened twice in a few minutes, and she won't let it reiterate once more.

"Ready to lose?" She lifts up her gaze to her dangerous opponent.

"You are?" Nate replies with his usual victorious smirk. Though inside, something is unusual: the urge to let her win and let her do whatever she wants with him.

Fifteen minutes later, Anastasia is sitting on her heels, left in only her white bra and flimsy matching panties, and Nate is having more and more trouble focusing on the plain cards before him. 

She is slightly leaning forward, observing him intensely under her concentrated frown, and he knows she's waiting for him to lose. Under her hypnotizing gaze, he's tempted to do so, yet the electricity crepitating in the air is reminding him of the prize.

With each card flipped over, the stakes have echoed in the silence, and with each pair matched, the tension has become louder. Quickly – because they're both really good at this game – the cards on the cover have turned into two stacks of approximatively the same height by their side, while their clothes have disappeared, and their breaths have deepened.

Now, his heart is pulsing louder in every inch of his body, especially below his waist, as he slowly turns a second card, praying it's a six of spades that will reveal another part of velvety skin.

Queen of clubs.

"Shit," he mumbles under his breath, while the hint of a smile forms on Anastasia's lips.

Though she keeps her focused frown, and rapidly, turns two perfectly similar cards, her sparkling gaze flickering to his for a second, just enough to send a shudder on his skin with the victorious glint he glimpses in the mystical shades, before it comes back to the cards.

He holds his breath when she flips over a card, and her frown tightens. His eyes follow her right hand flying above the remaining cards as if she is holding his whole destiny, or at least his body, on the tip of her fingers. After all, she is in some way, if she wins, and it's him who has suggested it. 

From one second to another, Anastasia can drive him wild and over-confident, and then make him like an inexperienced teenager in front of his hottest fantasy. That's what he is feeling like now that the other card she picks is exactly identical to the first one. 

He looks down at his boxers, the only piece of clothing he has left, and swallows the lump of nervousness and excitation growing in his throat.

She doesn't say anything, patiently waiting, yet he can sense her conquering gaze on him, which he is avoiding carefully, glancing around until his eyes land on his wrist, and his confidence comes back, along with a devious sparkle as he meets her gaze. He slowly brings his fingers to his left wrist and takes off his watch, making her eyebrows drop as he smugly lifts one of his. 

Her gaze roams down his body, stopping with an upset pout on his hard-on still hidden behind his black boxers, and she lets him see her disappointment unequivocally through her darkened eyes. 

When he thinks that just a few weeks ago, she has been blushing and embarrassed, unable to hold his gaze, in front of the same sight but fully covered, he realizes how much things have changed since he's first met this angel fallen from heaven, and this newly discovered mischievousness might be even more dangerous.

She is already turning another card over while he's lost between his body and his thoughts, his gaze traveling between the two stacks of cards, which look even from afar, and he wonders which outcome excites him the most. He, the merciless competitor, doesn't even care because both prizes appear enticing.

"Merde!" She brings his head back to the game with this word that he's starting to know very well.

Now, he holds all the cards, at least the few cards left on the blanket, and if he sweeps the board or not will seal the outcome because it's clear she wouldn't let him any card after.

He has to search through the lustful haze of his brain for this, going through the sensual images of her almost-naked body and the sinful promises of her conquering smile for some memories of the cards he's just seen. But when he turns two cards matching perfectly, his competitor instinct takes over with a rush of adrenaline. 

Six cards, if he plays it right, the victory and its promises are his.

He wins another pair, and his challenging grin is back fully as he's already undressing Anastasia with his eyes. From her head to her toes, there are only two pieces of cloth remaining, no bracelet, no necklace, nothing left, and his gaze is stopping on her tiny panties with a confident nod.

However, her hands provocatively go behind her back, and in her eyes, there is no shyness as the straps slide off her shoulders; instead, the hazel shades are darkening with a bothered stubbornness and shining with sparks from the fire she has inside. When the bra falls delicately on the cover blanket, the adrenaline is burning through Nate's veins.

Her smooth and plump chest exposed to his greedy eyes and her rosy peaks pointing seem to be begging to be touched as he stifles a groan, averting his gaze with much difficulty to the cards. Only four left, it should be easy, but nothing is around Anastasia and her fire. 

Nine of hearts, he knows where it is, and the shallow breath she takes in as his fingers are hovering the card resonates like a foretaste of his prize. Yet he doesn't cry victory too early, not even risking a glance up in fear of losing it with just a glimpse. His eyes are on the back of the card, and then on...

Another nine of hearts.

"Yes!" The victory roar leaves his lips, although he still doesn't know if he has won, and not a word is added as they both gather their stack of cards silently, the tension rising in the air with a buzzing that is announcing a pending explosion.

She's the first to place her stack in the center, between them, and her slight movement to lean forward is highlighting the heavy rises and falls of her chest, so close... within reach for his hands, which are itching to touch the velvety skin. But he just clenches his fists.

If he wins, he will have her under his hands however he wants, and if she wins, he will submit to whatever will please her.

His heart is thumping with those two possible outcomes, and he's sure hers is beating the same way; it's almost echoing in the strained silence around them as he slowly puts his pile down next to hers.

Two cards. Two cards, that's exactly what separates the two stacks of cards.

"Non! That's not possible!" Anastasia fumes, her competitive side simmering inside, although the boiling sensation travels lower when he only replies with a triumphant smirk. Even for this, he is winning, conquering her body without even touching her. 

"You've cheated again?" She narrows her eyes at him, trying to hide the shivers he is creating on her naked skin.

"You know I haven't," he replies softly. His gaze is incredibly honest and transparent despite the darkness, and she knows very well he hasn't, at least for the game because when he leaves a feather-like kiss on her lips and then trails the same airy kisses along her jaw until her left ear, it doesn't appear fair to her.

"We had a deal... I'm waiting for my prize..." He tugs lightly on her earlobe with his teeth before sucking eagerly, and the only things holding back the moans trying to escape her lips are her pride and stubbornness, though they are slowly melting with the burning desire in her veins.

"What do you want to do with me?" she whispers, unable to find more voice.

He leans away, pulling his lower lip between his teeth, and gazing at her with his dark eyes, which are yet shining with a mysterious light that makes her heart skip a beat. "Mhm... So many things..." 

The images of a paradise beach cross his mind. The white sand, the smooth murmur of waves, her naked body... This time, they're joined by visions of his favorite chalet in the mountains. The snow falling outside, the fire cracking inside, her naked body... Other ideas occur, but they're so dangerous that they don't even fully appear in his mind; they just leave him shivering with an unknown impression like ghosts.

"First, I want to make you come on this blanket right here." He brushes his fingers along the fluffy cover, as he has to limit his fantasies to their safe place, and he's already bursting with ideas there.

She lifts an eyebrow. "First?"

"Yes, whatever can be as many things as I want." He draws her closer by the waist, while she crosses her arms in front of her chest, looking away.

"Fine... I play by the rules, so I'll have to honor my words." 

It isn't tepidity, on the contrary; it is more a way to shield herself from his smoldering gaze. She isn't used to losing control, and even if with Nathaniel, it isn't the first time, she is paralyzed at the thought of giving him full control, when the glint shining in his dark eyes is tugging on the last strings.

"Come on, you want it as much as I do." He wraps his arms around her, the softness of his actions contrasting with his domineering demand and only taking swiftly more control of her body. "I know you're already drenched for me," he adds with a confident smirk, even though the crackings of hoarseness can be heard in his voice.

"Nathaniel!" she exclaims, her indignation turning into a giggle as he titillates her neck with little kisses. "I wasn't expecting this from you!"

He is right though; she is 'drenching for him', so much that she is afraid he can see it through her flimsy underwear, and his unusual cockiness is even accentuating it. Her laugh might be light, like his peppering kisses and the touch of his wandering hands, but the desire is growing heavier in her core.

"You make me like this," he replies with anything but innocence, laying her down in one swift motion, and raising her heart rate at the same time, and as he claims her lips like his most precious prize, his kiss is even wilder than his words.

His right hand travels down, smoothly sliding between the swell of her breasts before reaching down in her panties, and a deep groan instantly rumbles from his chest as he finds out how drenched she is.

"I was right." He nibbles on the soft skin under her ear, and she can only bow in a moan as he easily pushes two fingers in her.

The pressure that has been building since they have begun their game is heightening in an impossible throbbing in her core, and in a few seconds, he has her breathless and sparking in desire and pleasure. 

Like with the cards, he is starting to know the perfect combinations by heart, alternating between curling his fingers deep inside her and swirling his thumb on her swollen nerves, and with all of this added to his conquering mouth roaming her skin, her body is writhing. It's like her brain and body, her pride and lust are battling inside, making her hips sway in an incoherent rhythm, and quickly her whole being is drawing closer to his touch. 

He is winning easily, and just like that, her orgasm seizes her; just like his previous victories, she doesn't see it coming. She can't prepare; she can't process. It strikes her, burning, intense, and electrifying.

Her hands clasp the blanket, trying to hang on to the sensation of the softness between her fingers contrasting with the sharp pleasure tearing through her body as she gets carried away in the electric tides, and she holds Nathaniel's gaze that is the only thing she can grasp in the intensity. 

The shine in the dark desire of his eyes appears like a lighthouse in the tempest shaking her body, and the sparkle there is more than just a victorious glint, guiding her through the waves of bliss he makes sure to arise.

This is the best prize Nate has ever won. It isn't even really for his pleasure because the tightness in his boxers is becoming painful; it's just for Anastasia. Seeing her arched in pleasure, tensing and melting into bliss, is satisfying him in a way he can't describe, even though the tight grasp of her core around his fingers and her body all soft and spread out are inviting, suggesting him many more ideas for 'whatever'. Yet he doesn't want to overwhelm her.

"And what is second?" she breathes out as soon as she finds back her voice, making his heart jump, as well as his hard-on, and the small question awakens his most sinful fantasies.

She's lifting an eyebrow inquiringly with her hooded eyes fixed on his dark ones, trying to keep a semblance of composure. Though her ragged breaths, messed hair, bliss-radiant features, and above all, her most inner flavor he's tasting on his fingers are proving him the contrary. The mesmerizing contrast is driving him wild as he kisses her again, slowly, yet intently.

Finally, she can feel all of his powerful body on hers, his burning smooth skin gliding against hers with each impatient roll of their bodies, which are betraying their need despite the tender kiss. His erection is also an unequivocal indicator of his lust, and it mostly uncovers her yearning to feel him fully.

She lets her hand roam down to get rid of his boxers, her shaky fingers wrapping with more confidence around the throbbing hardness. But he immediately takes her hand away, and as she whines faintly, unable to hide her need for him, she understands his assured 'first' in this 'whatever' because he has just made her come intensely, yet she still is seeking even more, and he is winning again. 

He has her however he wants, and if he pulled away right now, she would be left as a whimpering mess. The throbbing desire wrapping around her core is sucking all her blood and energy, and her legs don't even have the strength to stand. 

This observation is rousing a conflict in her, and it only intensifies every sensation going through her body.

"On all fours," he finally replies, though his voice, echoing quietly against the shell of her ear, is asking and not imposing, and it is this soft intensity that makes the impact so strong in her chest, making her suck in a loud whiff of air.

Her head is spinning with his demand, but her body is already complying as he swiftly turns her around. She doesn't even know where she finds the strength in her members to stand like this, and it's even more surprising when his hands start caressing her body from her behind to every part he has slowly managed to expose minutes ago. 

His possessive fingers seem to be everywhere, yet always finding their way back to the delicate skin of her butt, each time kneading tighter. Her hips are rocking in sync with his movements, seeking more electrizing touch, and when he withdraws his hand, her heart quickens with each faint rustle of fabric being pulled down buzzing loudly in her ears.

So it's easy to imagine what happens for the second of strained silence, once the last piece of clothing is thrown away, before the bangs of her heart resume in a fast and syncopated rhythm as it recognizes Nathaniel's presence leaning closer like a conductor. This pulsating anticipation is resonating in every cell of her body, and she can even feel it everywhere around them as he slides his length along her wetness.

"Do you want it?" he asks in a husky tone, the gravel in his voice conveying the strains pulling on his body.

However, he just places soft kisses along her spine, not pushing her answer, and the trail of goosebumps following his lips makes her realize he has really taken control of her body. Slowly and smoothly, with each touch, whisper, and kiss, her body has surrendered to him. 

Now, she consciously hands him the last shred of control with a few breathless words, and an instinctive push of her hips further against him.

 "I want whatever you want." 

The 'fuck' he mutters on the skin of her shoulder echoes like a warning before a countdown, but she doesn't have time to prepare.

He slams into her, and she can only cry out at the sudden intrusion. It's the same filling euphoria, yet it is different, a new angle, a new perspective, deep and intense. She can't comprehend it, and he doesn't give her time to think it through as he starts moving inside her.

Her mind goes blank at this exact second, and he fills it with colors with each fast and full thrust. She can't see what he is doing – only feels it deeply in every cell of her body – and she isn't even sure she would be able to anyway because her vision is blurring with rainbow sparks at the intensity of his movements. So she lets him lead her blindly.

All her sensations are focused on the parts in contact with him: his firm grip sliding from her hips to her butt, his driven hips pushing her closer to another mind-blowing orgasm, and that deep spot he is hitting again and again.

There is no restraint holding her back, and he is escalating her higher than ever like climbing towards the peak of a rollercoaster. The adrenaline is sparking in her veins as the drop with no safety appears imminent.

But just when the top is getting within reach, and the pressure is clashing on every inch of her body, he slows down his thrusts, and she is left hanging in the air, barely tipping over the top.

Her heart is hammering against her chest, as loudly and painfully as the desperate throbbing in her core, and her whole body dependent on him, she arches her back, trying to feel more than just the tip of him.

"Ana... Say my name..." he rasps, his hands grasping her hips tighter.

Seeing her like this, all his for whatever he wants, makes his legs go weak, and he's almost afraid to collapse in front of this fantasy. 

It feels too good to be true, and he's tempted to see her face and the pleasure vibrating in her eyes just to make sure he isn't hallucinating, yet at the same time, he can't get enough of the sight before him that he has wished for so long and that is even better than he could have ever imagined. 

Her breathless moans and arched body under him will surely haunt his dreams forever, and many more ideas of 'whatever' ways to have her are floating in his dazed mind. Though right now, he can't concentrate; his body is just screaming with the need to feel her completely. So he wraps one arm around her waist and leans closer, making their bodies form their unique and perfectly unperfect unity.

"Natha–"

His hips instantly resume their feverish rhythm, as he's unable to hold it anymore. She may be on all fours under him, but she's controlling the moves of his hips with her cracking voice.

Her throbbing is spreading through him, and the vice grip of her muscles around him is resonating in dizzying ripples through every cell of his body.

"Anastasia..." His raw and needy growl sends her over the edge she has been hanging on for what feels an eternity.

"Nate... Nat..." She can't even control the sounds escaping her lips in a mix of moans, cries, and Nathaniel's name.

It isn't a fall; it's a jump higher, propelled by his erratic thrusts and held into space by his hands roaming everywhere. It feels like flying, while her body is jolting with electric sparks everywhere, and her arms give out at the strength of this climax. 

She lets Nathaniel handle her limp body, and he takes good care of it, spreading aftershocks in her cottony members, as he joins her, tensing and soaring in ecstasy.

The intensity knocks his breath out, and he doesn't have the voice to say her name, yet he doesn't have to, as his body is screaming it for him from his release filling her to his fingers digging in her flesh, and to his strong body collapsing on top of her.

Yet it isn't crushing; he is engulfing her, and it doesn't feel invading; it feels right. It feels... home. She is floating with the euphoric feeling still flooding her veins, while her body is spent, and she doesn't have the strength or the will to move, even when he pulls out of her and switches their weights.

She lets him wrap her in his strong arms, and she just snuggles closer on his chest, still not opening her eyes. The rainbow colors are still sparking behind her closed lids, now in lighter pastel tones, and she wants to stay as long as she can, wrapped in this worry-free and dreamy daze. So she does; she lets herself get submerged with no resistance.

Eventually, she reopens her eyes after some time. How many seconds, minutes, or hours? She doesn't know exactly. But it is surely longer than the few seconds she has felt zoning out because she can feel Nathaniel's warm chest moving softly and steadily under her, and her heart is quiet and slow, following the pace of his caresses on the skin of her lower back. 

It is still heavenly, and she could almost mistake that time has stopped if there wasn't the calm song of the birds chirping outside. 

However, when her squinting eyes finally adjust to the bright lighting – even though it isn't as blinding as the colors Nathaniel has made her see – the open window lets her glimpse the sun lowering, and the upcoming time to leave and go 'home' getting nearer with it.

A part of her is already sinking down from her little cloud, and with the movement, the sensations of the moment springing inside leave her lips before she can think about their many possible meanings and which one she feels. It is surely because her brain is still wrapped in the post-orgasm haze, and most importantly they are still in their safe bubble. 

"I wish I could stay here forever..."

Nate's heart rises in a bounce. He's thought Anastasia has been asleep, peaceful, and unmoving, but she's awake, and she sounds like a dream.

"We can!"

She lifts up her head to watch the grin she has heard echoing in his voice, and her heart's peaceful and quiet state is instantly forgotten; it is stumbling over its own rhythm the second her eyes land on his irresistible and natural smile. 

His hazy, shining eyes, his messed bed hair, and his easy attitude with one arm behind his head, everything is radiating what they have just done and tempting her for more.

"There is everything to live in this treehouse: water, fridge, microwave, shower, and bed." He smirks on the last word, as if everything about this moment wasn't sinful enough. "And there is food everywhere around." He glances towards the windows, his softer tone sounding as forbidden. "We can grow fruits, veggies, and roots..."

His words maintain the fast pace of her heart, but also turn it louder, and she bores into his dark eyes to decipher if it's just a light and idle suggestion or if it's more. Yet the intensity she finds mixing in the sparkles is only confusing her more as she catches herself considering it seriously for a second. 

No worries, no wedding, no law, no danger, no limit, only freedom, pleasure, and lightness. Her thoughts are taking off so quickly that her breathing gets caught in the whirlwind, and she has to avert her eyes from the reverie appearing too real in the dark shades of his before something else than her breath gets taken away.

"You would get bored..." She thinks out loud, her tone neither playful, nor serious. But inside, her heart quietens on that thought.

He is used to so much luxury, and even if this place is fitting him perfectly, it would be logical he would become bored of this simple life with her.

"Never. I would never get bored with you." He turns them over, hovering over her, and he proves his point with a passionate kiss.

For a few more minutes, they stay like this, in their safe bubble, allowing dreams of simple happiness and impossible freedom to wrap them in.

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