Her warm body arced beneath him, every ripple of her shiver impossibly acute to his superhuman senses. He growled again, his fingers roaming over her flank to slip around the small of her back, and he pulled her tight to his body. He couldn't understand what she was saying – he wasn't even sure he could identify the language she spoke – but he cared little; the sheer passion with which she uttered was all the incite he required, and her soft touch elicited yet another purr.<br/><br/>His hand slipped further south as he rolled over her, kneeing her thighs gingerly apart as his fingers feathered over her hip, teasing the waistband of her shorts a moment before sliding over the loose fabric. His mouth moved to her ear, snagging the delicate lobe between his incisors and nibbling gently as his fingers moved further down her smooth leg. He lingered there a moment, his long digits circling slowly over the soft skin, before he gripped her knee and pulled her slender limb securely about his waist.<br/><br/>A fresh ripple of yearning wracked his senses, and he pushed himself earnestly against her, the measure of his aching arousal now plainly obvious even through the layers of fabric dividing them. '<span style="font-style: italic">Ärge nöökaja mina, väike nõid. Ära sunni mind ootama teie jaoks</span>,' he moaned into her hair. He splayed his knees slightly, forcing her legs further apart, and rocking back until his weight was supported over the strong muscles of his thighs in order to free his other hand, and he began tugging at the hem of her shirt; coaxing it up over her stomach, where it bunched just beneath the mounds of her breasts. He paused a moment then, glancing up at her with questioning eyes, waiting for her approval.