Wow! It's hot! Nate wipes the sweat off his forehead and shirtless chest with a towel. It was a tough training, a good training.

Now, his sore muscles are yearning for a warm shower, but instead, his blood freezes when he enters the steam room.

He knew this was going to happen one day considering since how long this cabin is out of order, but he hoped it would not harm anyone, unfortunately from what he can see through the blurred glass, this is not the case, there is a silhouette in the steamy cloud.

He doesn't think twice, following his well-trained soldier instincts, he unplugs the monitor and rushes to the door, pushing it open with his broad shoulder, just in time to catch the tiny silhouette, so frail and so light that he is afraid to break her. So he carries her in his arms as if she was made of porcelain. Her breathing is labored, and his own breath is taken away when he looks at the young woman. She is feverishly burning and covered in sweat.

Seeing this frail, pure woman in this state fires a boiling wrath in him, cursing whoever let this happen. Yet, it's no time to plan for someone's death, the young woman needs him.

He sets her down carefully on a bench and throws some water on her crimson face, making her eyes flutter open as she takes in her surroundings.

"Am I in heaven?" Anastasia whispers hoarsely, her thoughts rolling out of her lips mindlessly.

All she remembers is that it all went black, and now, there is this man in front of her with the face of an angel and the body of a god.

With her words, the thought that she is an angel fallen from heaven crosses Nate's mind for a second, the white of her clothes and the purity in her eyes allowing a lingering doubt, before he brushes it off with a chuckle.

"No, you're still on Earth."

"Are you okay?" he asks, reaching out his hand, yet not touching her, as if afraid she would disappear.

"Yeah," she breathes out. "But, I'm still burning," she confesses, as she takes deep breaths of the fresh air but her lungs and all of her body are still searing painfully.

She tries to focus her sight, looking at his hand in front of her, one detail catching her eye: the ring on his ring finger, and then everything starts to spin again.

An almost panicked worry strikes him who is usually so calm, used to emergency situations. So he tears open her blouse as she's about to pass out again, struggling to breathe.

He quickly gives her some water, holding the bottle for her.

Now, that he is closer, he notices her red and dry plump lips making his own mouth parched, and he gets captivated by the infinite warm reflexions in her eyes as she is fixing him.

But she pulls him out of his daze when she's finished, wiggling around, trying to get up.

"Wait a minute, don't move," He tells her gently when he sees her legs about to give out.

He rushes outside the room, urging her with one last glance to stay here.

She takes this time to recover her senses, she is suddenly a little less hot and breathing becomes progressively easier.

Though she still lets out a breath of relief when he comes back.

With her head clearer, she also has her view clearer, and she remarks every single muscle of his toned chest, her eyes following all the lines and edges, he indeed has the body of a Greek god.

She loses her breath again when he sits close, his brown eyes observing her full of concern.

"Here... to cool you off." He almost loses his words, his mouth dry, as he hands her an ice pack, which he could use too.

She takes it, her gaze not leaving his, hypnotized by the dark chocolate shades. She's never seen eyes like these, though usually she doesn't really pay attention to people's eyes, these ones are catching her.

In a daze, she brings the ice pack to her chest where she feels a sparkling warmth inside, gripping it so tightly that it bursts, the ice cubes running down her skin, making her gasp.

Nate quickly comes to her rescue, catching the ice on the edge of her half-open cleavage, that's where he should withdraw, yet his fingers seem to have a mind of their own, sliding the cube on her red skin and creating a trail of goosebumps on their way.

She bites back a moan, the cold lighting a fire in her that she didn't know could exist. She watches carefully the chocolate shades darkening in his eyes as they are focused on the task of his fingers, and she's melting faster than the ice on her skin.

Once the cub has climbed one side of her cleavage, he slides it down the other side, and she lets out a shaky breath when a drop of melted ice runs under the fabric on her breast, a shiver of desire running down her spine.

What they are doing is harmless, he is just trying to help her cool off, she tries to reason, though what she is feeling is far from innocent.

When he finishes his torturous trail at the bottom of her cleavage, she holds her breath, her heart beating anxiously, waiting for what he's gonna do next.

His heart echoes the same wild pace with the same question, his lost eyes meeting her hazel ones. He feels like the shades of brown, gold and green could give him the answer, and maybe also answers to questions that have never been asked. A strand of wet hair is shadowing the mystical view of her eyes, so one of his hands – which seem to still have a mind of their own – automatically goes to push it away, while the other stays at the edge of the forbidden territory of her cleavage, the ice melting rapidly between their hot skins.

The moment their skins meet in this slight touch, time seems to stop, the air switching to an electric thickness, sparks flying along.

He quickly withdraws his hand, taken aback by this unknown sensation.

But, for the same reason, Anastasia grabs his hand, bringing it back against her cheek, the sparks shutting off any rational thought in her dizzy mind, all she does is feel, and when his tongue comes out to wet slowly his plump lips, her only thought is to taste them.

As he is already leaning in, she meets him halfway, closing the gap between their lips.

For a moment, they just stay like that, unmoving, taking in this mere contact, like a suspended moment in zero-gravity, and then, they start to move so slowly and delicately. He could indeed come from heaven, though his lips become more wicked and sinful as the kiss intensifies.

Is this even a kiss? Or it is an out of this world experience? She wonders as the softness and hunger of his lips mix with hers in a crescendo of pleasure and desire.

He pulls her even closer, pulling her on his lap, his hands, once shy and hesitant, now possessive and reckless, yet still with a gentleness that makes her melt under their pads.

All the sparks spreading from her lips to the rest of her body are setting her on fire, but she can't stop, she is thirsty for even more, fueling the burn as their lips crash together and their hungry tongues join in, savoring each sensation in this suspended moment.

A moment that ends too soon for her liking, time resumes to its normal speed, her brain turning back on again, jostling her thoughts back and forth, realizing what happened, as they both stay immobile, staring at each other.

Only their ragged breaths are resonating in the silence, while in their heads, it's the cacophony.

He tries to make sense of all of this, but he can't. How can a kiss make him feel more than he's ever felt in his life? His heartbeat resonating in his head makes it impossible to think.

When she moves slightly on him, all his rushing thoughts stop abruptly as he feels his hard desire from the light touch, and his hands don't let her pull away.

Her reason is telling her to run away, but he keeps her firmly close. She could pull away if she tried a little harder, does she really want to, though? The steamy look in his eyes is clouding her thoughts once again.

Just one more taste. This thirst or hunger – she doesn't know exactly – is screaming at her. One little taste and then you withdraw. She tries to keep her rationality, slowly leaning in and surrendering to this irresistible lust, kissing him passionately to satisfy her thirst and savor his lips at the same time.

He returns the same thirst and passion, but still not satisfied when they pull apart, his lips go to taste the tender skin below her jaw, and she suffocates under the feverish trail of his lips.

More... More... Her body is begging hungrily. She doesn't know precisely what 'more' she needs, but she knows it's something about this stranger, mix of a sinful angel and a devious god. She leans closer, her burning skin needing more contact with his warm body, and God, she feels it, the hard bulge against her center makes her gasp a moan at this new sensation, so many new and unknown sensations...

Her hands get lost in his wet curls when his lips pay special attention to the untouched spot underneath her ear, though his hands aren't outdone, exploring adoringly every inch of exposed skin, lighting fire on their race. If she thought she was searing moments before, when she almost died in the cabin, it was nothing to what she is feeling right now, yet this blaze is making her feel more alive than ever.

Her helpless moans are driving him crazy, he should stop, but earning the soft sounds escaping her lips seems to become his new mission, and the sweet saltiness on her skin is awakening a ravenous hunger he didn't know he could have.

Her blouse is thrown away on the floor as his mouth continues his exploration of new flavors, trying to fulfill his craving, down her neck, the edges of her collar bone, all along her slender arm. He stops abruptly his course when he reaches her hand. His heart skips a beat, hundreds of questions and warnings resonate in his head at the sight of her naked ring finger, her innocent purity reflecting his own commitment and his breaches to it.

She might catch on fire, he can't leave her like this, she is panting, throbbing, aching for him. She can't breathe, she needs more, she needs him. Her blazing lust is striking her with panic as she sees the battle in his eyes focused on her finger, his ragged breaths tickling her pads.

"Are you a virg–"

She silences him by sliding her ring finger in his mouth, holding intensely his gaze.

Now, there is no turning back, she acknowledges and offers her purity in a nod.

He takes it all, sucking slowly and lustily her thin finger. She may offer herself to him, but she is taking all of him at this instant. All the doubts and alarms evaporate, all he can see, think and feel is her, this angel fallen from heaven to burn him to hell.

He wants to make her feel everything she never felt, make this unforgettable for her as he is forgetting all the rules.

He lifts her up in his arms, and together they're crossing the line, breaking it, as he lays her down on the floor.