His other hand went to her lower back, pulling her closer to him until their bodies touched. When his tongue brushed against hers, her brain went blank. It was as if he claimed her with every kiss, every touch. And in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to be branded by him. But as her hands went to the lapels of his jacket, to anchor herself in this whirlwind of endorphins, she suddenly thought back to his answer. Yes. He was in effect an assassin for the Ministry.