Chapter II
Possession
The room had an ominous feel to it. It was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of dozens of candles. The scent of pooling wax and arousal made the room intimate and alluring. The center piece of the dark room was an huge bed set on an ornate iron frame, the kind that hadn't been made in the last fifty years. The bed was covered in dark silk and in the middle of the dark pool was a woman. She was gloriously nude and very beautiful. Her skin was luminously pale and unblemished, her dark hair spread across the bed and her eyes...Her eyes were swirling with dark and forbidden promises.
She suddenly looked up, her intense eyes staring out into the dim room. Another body entered the dark sanctuary. The new presence was a commanding one. A statuesque redhead with intense green eyes. She ran her perfectly manicured fingers down the brunette's fine form. A smirk flashed across the red head's face. "So beautiful...and all mine mine mine." She ran her hand across the prone woman's bare stomach. "Are you ready to play my pet?" The brunette nodded and moved her hands up and grabbed the curving iron bars of the head board. "I'm yours." The red head's smile grew and her hand moved to touch the other woman's cheek and she positively purred, "My Sara." Dark chocolate eyes met emerald green and the Sara moved her face, turning a chaste touch into a soft caress, "Lady Heather."
Catherine Willows's eyes shot open and she gasped, dragging oxygen into her lungs. She sat up and drug her hands through her blonde hair. She sat there in her bed, with her comforter tangled around her legs. Her ragged breathing and over heated body proved that her dream had been a little...intense. This was what happened when you didn't have sex in six...no seven months.
