Chapter Five:

He bit her ear softly, whispering sweet nothings that didn't reach her in her frenzied state. Grasping his neck she pulled him to her. His long eyelashes brushing her cheeks as he continued his soft assault on her mouth. He moaned as her nails ground into his back. The pressure of him on top of her was too much. She wrapped her legs around him and bit his lip, nearly drawing blood. She could feel him against her. He nibbled on her bottom lip before dipping his tongue into her mouth. She moaned in turn. The soft candle lit room seemed charged with electricity. He pulled at the strings of the corset that bound her together. She pulled it from her arms violently. He began the slow trail from her neck to her cleavage. He dipped his head down slightly and took her nipple into his mouth. She winced as his teeth brushed the wrinkled skin. He removed the tunic he wore with one graceful movement. She gasped as his hot flesh brushed against-

*BEEP*

Natalie awoke damp with sweat. She glared at the handmade robot that made the noise that caused her to wake from her dreams.

"Zeta," she said crossly, "what did I say about waking me up on my off days?"

"But Nat, you were crying out," the robot said in a mock-innocent voice.

"I hate you."

"You made me. I'm like your daughter, or something along the lines of that. Besides, there is a reason for me risking your wrath. A Mr. Kenneth Irons has requested that you accompany him to the laser show at Central Park tomorrow. Why haven't I heard of this fellow? Is he the one that made you go, 'God yes'?" Zeta's face smirked from the computer screen.

Natalie flushed slightly. "He is the devil incarnate. He must be killed. Do it for me, Zee?" Natalie said sarcastically.

"Nope. I don't do your dirty work… For the most part, anyway."

"Call him and say not in any way, shape, or form."

"Yes dear. I'll do that, just for you."

"Love yah!"

"Shut up and go back to sleep."

"Mmmph." Natalie was back in her deep slumber by then.

The dark figure was breathing hard from the workout he had just performed. Six men, Mongolian in descent, were positioned to harm the wielder. That wasn't going to happen.

He looked into her window, and was sudden pulled into a rigid sitting position. A vision overcame him. He flushed at the happening.

A/N: That was just a lil teaser as well as an introduction to Zeta (which is how you say "Z" in Spanish). Sounded kind of like a cheesy romance novel, didn't it? So what!