At her declaration of love Hallbjorn's stormy eyes grew even more so, flashing a more intense colour as lightning would punctuate a normal storm. "I love you, Kara." Hallbjorn told her in return and he meant it from the depths of his heart. The tender, vulnerable expression on her face fire protective instincts in him like nothing else. There was no way she could fail to please him. None at all. Even if she sat there and did nothing Hallbjorn would be pleased to a great degree, more pleased than he ever had been in his long, lonely life.<br/><br/>His breath hitched as she moved his hair away to comply with what he wanted. His hands found the rounded curves of her bottom and he washed and massaged the supple flesh there with his strong hands. The roughened surface of his hands caressed the softness of her backside, working at the muscles with delicious, sure strokes. The kisses that she pressed to his collar had him shivering with anticipation.<br/><br/>He felt a groan of pleasure arising at the first light scrape of her fangs. Hallbjorn almost stifled it and held it back from Kara, but he let the sound free from her lips. Both so that it could serve as encouragement and so she could know that was she was doing pleased him and made him feel good. Her tongue followed where her fangs touched, and then she nuzzled along his neck afterward at his neck.<br/><br/>The pulse would be strong there for her to feel beneath her cheek, faster because of what she did to him. The vein she dragged her fangs over throbbed even more strong at the touch of them. Hallbjorn's hands cupped her bottom and he stroked the cleavage between them with the tips of his fingers when she pleaded with him softly. His right hand moved forward and teasingly stroked the folds of her sex in a lazy stroke.<br/><br/>"Take what is yours, mate." Hallbjorn answered in a thick voice. His big hands moved slowly from her bottom to her thighs, stroking her there lovingly and surely. He steeled himself for the pleasure that would come with her fangs in his neck. The blond man was sure that he would enjoy it, because it was his cute little mate. "Drink as hard and deep as you wish. It is all for you - to the last drop." Even if she were to take every last drop of blood from him, it would not kill him. He was an immortal, and his body would simply regenerate the lost blood.