Chapter 34

As soon as they hit the bed, Tristan ran his hands through her body more forcefully than he ever did and he was uninhibited with his kisses. But Francesca needed him closer, mold his body into his. The last shed of clothing between them, and Tristan's fingers were suddenly between her legs.

"Tristan," Francesca moaned his name as his touch met her most sensitive spot. She felt like burning up, and her wolf was no help either. They were both completely consumed by the moment.

With an answering groan, Tristan dipped his head into her right breast, kissing the swell of a nipple. And then he was going down, nipping at the skin of her belly and into her aching center. Tristan's tongue against her was rough yet gentle, a combination that Francesca still yet to comprehend. As much as she tried, there were still parts of her that would cringe at thought of men touching her. Even then, as her mate made love to her, there were still ugly thoughts that crept into her head and her body would t