She didn�t realize this; giggling, she put her hand on his bare chest, dragging her fingers teasingly down his bronzed skin. He bit his lip, smirking to himself, turning his head away from her glittering hazel eyes. She either didn�t notice this, or chose to ignore it as she continued to giggle playfully, before lowering her lips to his chest, kissing his nipple tenderly, dragging the touch up his chest and neck. He lay still, staring at a chest of drawers against the opposite wall, gazing at the shirt she had stripped him of and thrown there only moments before. He resisted a wince as she swung her long leg over his body, mounting his hips eagerly. Turning his head, his eyes met hers now, locking onto them, staring at her intensely.

Breathing heavily, she made her move and lowered her lips to his. He didn�t respond to her; his lips didn�t move, his tongue made no attempt to enter her mouth as hers pushed past his lips. No man had resisted her before; and she really liked this one, too. Drawing her lips slowly back, her usually snow-white cheeks now a flushed red, she stared down at his face. Her eyes roamed over the tanned features of his face, her hand stroking slowly along his bare chest.

�What�s wrong? Don�t you want me, baby?�

He stared up at her, noting the visible frown on her lush lips. Her eyes twinkled teasingly, her pupils dilated; she wanted him� it was a shame.

A gasp of horror left her lips as the dagger blade entered her skull. Her eyes frozen wide in shock, her body fell limp on top of him, and he pushed her off him lazily as he rose from the bed.

�You�re not Lia, sweetheart.�

Raphael moved across the room, silent as a shadow and cold as ice, picking up his elegant black shirt. She had said she liked the shirt. Throwing the cloth about his shoulders languidly, Raph moved like a wraith to the open window and leapt out, dropping three floors into the night.