Ringing of alarm bells filled the room. "Oh, Bloody Hell!" Corvina moaned into her pillow. She drew the black velvet comforter over her head in an attempt to block out the noise. It was no use. Nothing short of cannon fire could drown out the blaring screeches from her clock that accosted her ears. Blindly she began swatting her hand in the direction of the noise. "Shut up, Shut up, Shut up!" Corvina demanded as she continued her fruitless attempts to silence the evil time teller. The noise came to an abrupt stop. Corvina was not sure if she had knocked the clock off of the table or not. And really she didn't care to put too much thought in to it. Inhaling deeply she settled back into her cocoon, nestled amongst the satin sheets and velvety blackness she grew drowsy. She felt the pressure of the blankets drawn tightly around her. Her silk night gown was warm against her skin. The lace slightly irritating her hips where it lay tightly spread across her body. She rolled to the left attempting to reposition her nightgown, and ran in to a very solid obstacle. "Of all the mornings to…" Her voice trailed off as she felt a cold firm hand traveling up her leg. She exhaled slowly. 'Who is in my room? More importantly who is in my BED?' The hand continued up her lag and began to play with the lace trim of her nightgown. Corvina was becoming irritated. There was someone in her bed, playing with her pretty but really irritating lace and silk nightgown. 'Well I guess I could start off my morning by killing someone, though I usually save those kinds of activities for after my morning tea.' The cold fingers slipped under her night gown and began toying gently with the fabric covering her hips, tracing the lines of her hip bones, trailing down her hip and slipping under the thin material. Corvina inhaled sharply. 'Okay, I'm definitely killing someone but, this isn't a bad way to wake up.' Another hand joined its partner, sliding down her stomach, her hips and spreading her legs apart. A set of warm lips worked their way up the inside of her leg. Corvina's breathing had picked up. Her heart was pounding with anticipation. The ribbons that held the material keeping the material that kept her modestly became lose. The material fell away, leaving her exposed. The soft moist lips started caressing her stomach and slowly descended down to her core. She moaned sharply. The lips parted and a warm velvety tongue began exploring, touching and caressing her. Switching between soft caresses and sharp flicks the sensations were never predictable. Corvina arched against the strong hands that now kept her restrained by keeping a hold of her thighs and pinning her against the mattress of her bed. Her body was shaking with the building pressure of so much passion. She felt the smooth skin of her lover's cheek against her thigh and his hair brush against her hip. Her hand shot down raking her nails down the firm muscles of his shoulder, and ending with a death grip on his long silky hair. Her Lover stopped and pressed his lips to her stomach. She could feel him smiling. He simultaneously slipped to fingers into her, ad his tongue kept her in the throws of pleasure. She was shaking violently. Her body craved more, and he had no problem supplying her with it. Corvina panted frantically as her mystery lover quickened his pace and began stroking her sensitive skin with more vigor. Her hips bucked and her back arched, in response his tongue replaced his fingers inside of her. A scream of ecstasy filled her bedroom. Not one to have her morning routine interrupted, regardless of how enjoyable it may have been, she kept her grip on his hair firm. Kicking off the blankets that had been both her cocoon and her straight jacket. She faced her intruder. Her cheeks flushed and her mouth fell open. She maintained her gaze. Never breaking contact with his deep onyx eyes. Black strands of silky hair fell into his face breaking the perfect view of his pale face. His skin was a porcelain color, which contrasted greatly with his hair, eyes and eyebrows. A smirk graced his lips. Corvina was at a loss for words. This brought a silent laugh from her visitor. He chucked to himself, his deep voice barely audible. His dark eyes locked with hers. Taking her hand in his, He gently released her grip on his hair. Standing beside her bed, he drew the covers towards her. With a smirk and a wink he turned to leave the room. Corvina was left to watch the tall thin form of the man with shoulder length black hair in a black suit leave the room. Corvina fell back onto the bed exhausted. She sighed deeply. 'I knew there was some reason I was keeping Alister around.'