She was brought to his room in blindfold, wearing a thin shift that teased the imagination. Maxwell had placed her hand through his and guided her there. Caitlin heard the door open. Maxwell gently urged her forward and she felt the door close behind her. Caitlin stood in the room, chin tilted almost defiantly as she waited for he who had sent for her to speak or do something.

She jumped slightly as she felt his strong hands reach out and encompass her delicate wrists. His fingers wound around them so easily, his fingertips touched. Slowly, assuredly, he backed her against the closed door, retaining his hold on her wrists and placing her arms above her head. His knee pushed its way between her legs, as his body pressed against hers. She could feel his breath on her skin just a moment before she felt his lips take hers in a whisper of a kiss that was no less demanding than if he had forcefully planted a kiss. A soft moan sounded deep in her throat and deepened as she felt his tongue exploring her warm scented skin. Caitlin squirmed in his hold.

He turned her, holding her hands to the wall as he pressed her flush to the door's surface. Her body had a mind of its own as it molded itself into his. A shiver rolled over her spine, her fingers curling on the surface of the door, as if they would claw their way into it, as he pressed his body more fully against her backside.

His hands shifted, taking both her wrists in one hand even as his leg slid between her two spread ones, nudging hers wider apart. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his leg slide deeply between hers. His thigh lodged against the juncture of her thighs. His lips descended, nibbling at the back of her neck. His free hand drifted downward, gathering the thin material of her shift and, with a sudden jerk, it came away in his hand. She felt him drop it at her feet and felt his hand slip up the outside of her thigh slowly.

Caitlin could feel her inner muscles twitch, unconsciously, pressing herself down on the thigh between her legs. Her hips unknowingly riding his thigh as his mouth took her earlobe and his teeth nibbled upon it. His fingertips wandered over her knee, tracing delicate abstract patterns on the tender inside of her thigh. A soft moan escaped her lips as his hand continued its exploration of her body, meandering upward to her cheek and fluttering downward, reminding her of a butterfly in flight.

His fingers touched upon her waist, his palm slid across her abdomen slowly, as if he were relishing the feel of her skin beneath his. His thigh moved as the heel of his hand took its place…his body pressing her against the closed door.. his hand pressing against that part of her that throbbed, begging for release from the fire he had kindled in her veins.

Her lower body ground against the heel of his hand, his fingers slipping into her heat. He released her wrists, his fingers along up her arm, across her neck, entwining themselves in her hair. He tugged her head back, kissing the side of her throat.

One of caitlin's hands slid along his forearm, her fingers pressing down on the back of his hand where his fingers were deeply embedded in her body. She leaned back into his body, her head tilted as his lips slid along her chin, before nibbling on her bottom lip. Caitlin turned her head slightly, her lips parting to allow her tongue to brush against his teeth. Her legs splayed as widely as she could without falling. His fingers moving deeper and deeper, causing her to arch her hips into his questing hand.

As suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Her breath caught in her throat as he withdrew. Caitlin wanted so desperately to pull away the blindfold but knew she would not. Her body heaved with desire and need. Her blood burned so hot she thought she would scream. Where was he? What was he going to do now? Even as these questions entered her head, she felt herself lifted into his arms and he turned, moving across the room. She could feel heat touching her bare skin and knew they were in front of the fireplace. He knelt, lowering her to the rug on the floor. Her back made contact with what she could decipher as fur. She lay stretched out before him, her skin moist from desire. She could feel his eyes upon her.

Caitlin was very aware of his knees pressing her legs outward, opening her to his visual exploration. She felt him lean forward, his lower body pressing against hers briefly as he leaned over her, his tongue following the path left by a tear of moisture. The saltiness from her body he pressed against the roof of his mouth as his lips trailed down her body, between her breasts, over her ribcage, dipping into the slight indentation of her navel before travelling lower and seeking out the pearl of ecstasy.

With hands, lips and teeth he brought her to the brink of release again and again, but never allowing her to fall into oblivion. Her body glistened in the firelight from her flight… every muscle, every sinew made taut by his efforts.

Total, complete surrender, he would settle for no less.

His mouth claimed her body ..her mind.. and as her soul started to shatter on the very wind he stirred within her. He rose over her body. Reaching out he removed her blindfold as he sheathed himself within her molten depths, fusing them body to body, mind to mind… gathering her soul within his as he drove them over the edge and into the oblivion of the sated.

Wrapping his arms about her waist, he twisted his body until their positions were reversed. He settled her into the crook of his arm, his fingers coming out and brushing her hair from her flushed face. She vaguely felt his lips on her forehead as sleep became the commanding master for them both.