<br/>GoodFellow's hand with the key to the lock. His mind wasn't on the task. The key hung in the latch as she returned that kiss with her own full bodied passion. Had he ever been kissed in that way. Never.<br/><br/>This kiss did things none of the rest ever did. The want turned to a need that began to consume him.  Inside out he burned with desire. Flames roared in his ears. He pulled her tight against him. The door burst open with the heat of that kiss.<br/><br/>It drove him like the hellish winds inside his veins. He kicked the door closed without missing a step. His hands teasing her breast, and gripping her hips. Giving her contact along that hard raging animal lusting for her.<br/><br/>He carried her past the living room and thru the bed room door and to the bed. One hand tossed the covers back. Gently, without any pretense of anything else, he laid her on the mattress. Nothing else was on his mind all day. He had held back, found distractions, kept his distance but no more.<br/><br/>For the first time in his life, Tristan GoodFellow wanted.  And he wanted Astrid now and forever.<br/><br/>His fingers fumbled tearing open her clothing. His voice deep with that fire she burned him with.<br/><br/>" I want you," He whispered then kissing her again as he released her cuffs.<br/><br/>