A soft moan caught in Astrid's throat as he pushed into her body once more. The subtle feeling of being claimed, posessed, washed threw her once more as pleasure flared to life making her blood burn and her skin flush with sudden heat.<br/><br/>Her hands slid up his chest gripping his shoulders as if holding on for dear life. She arched her body against his, craving the feel of his body pressed tight against her own as fire burned along her nerve endings making her moan aloud and writh in pleasure.<br/><br/>His lips against the sensitive skin of her neck made her tremble and she shifted her fingers into his hair holding him against her as she rode the inferno burning uncontrolably within her. "Tristan" she said her voice tight and strain, her eyes squeezed closed as she wrapped her legs tight around his waist and held on.