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his. He clearly understood all he saw in their depths, for the frustration faded from the taut lines of his face and he slowly nodded.
    “I see, I think. Do you desire my help, my lady?”
    The distinct note of possessiveness in his words thrilled her. This was madness to trust him, but she found herself slowly nodding and holding as still as she could with him so near, holding her breath as he breathed in sharply and clasped the silk between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. The barest tip of the knife nestled so snugly against his right wrist tickled against her spine, the metal unnaturally warm as it steadily began to glide downwards.
    Should he so choose he could kill her where she stood. It was a risk worth taking.
    Esther sighed as the night air danced across her skin, powerless to quench the fever the assassin’s touch spiked. Her chemise fell forward, slipping down past her shoulders now the knife had so neatly sliced it open, and as she held her breath his hands closed around her bare shoulders.
    “Turn to face me, Esther,” he said softly, his thumbs now stroking across her throat as his knife slipped back into the bone. “If you are so determined to put on this scintillating show for my benefit, the very least you can do is permit me to feast my eyes on your beautiful breasts before this madness you seem to have fallen prey to departs.”
    He was right. This was madness, but still that awareness could not touch her. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned and closed her eyes tightly, not opening them until the assassin let loose an awestruck curse, pulling the remnants of her chemise away from her breasts to expose them entirely to the hunger in his eyes.
    Esther was intoxicated by the force of that very same hunger that drove her on. Placing all she was in the assassin’s hands was reckless in the extreme, the antithesis of the way she had learned to live since everything changed – but she had never wanted anything more. As she gazed up at him, watching his eyes darken until they were as black as the night outside, he slowly ran his tongue across his parted lips.
    “Are you going to finish for me then, Esther?” he said. His low voice was mesmeric, driving aside all thoughts of anything that was not him. “I see little point in you retaining this last attempt at modesty, not when we both know how this tryst will surely conclude.”
    Her hands hooked around the top of her undergarments before he finished speaking, leaping to obey him with no conscious command. The drapes were open still, but she did not even care. All that was out there this time of night were the beings who would not even notice her, after all. The only one present to see her was the assassin, and the fierce lust he made no attempt to hide thrilled her more than anything before.
    She knew that men found her attractive. It was not something that particularly pleased her, but it was something she had often used to her advantage – but tonight, she wanted nothing more than to take all this man had to offer, with no deceit or hidden motives. Still powerless to look away from him, she removed the last scrap of silk covering her body and inhaled as his hands moved lower, skimming over the curve of her breasts with a low groan laden with lust.
    A faint dusting of snow had begun to fall since they reached the guesthouse, and despite the frenzied fever running through her veins Esther shivered.      
    The assassin’s hands came to rest upon her waist, but his eyes were still fixed firmly upon hers as he quietly spoke. “Are you cold, my lady?”
    She mutely nodded.
    “Then I suggest you dive beneath the covers before I resort to a far more pleasurable way to warm you up, with your permission or without it.”
    For a moment she yearned to throw herself into his waiting arms instead, but still she needed him to take this from her. She could not find it within herself to meekly give it up. Though her body silently screamed in