The feel of Hallbjorn finding his release beneath her had Kara sucking on his throat harder and drawing more and more blood from where her fangs pierced his throat. Then his big hand slipped inside of her shorts, and his finger teased her plump, wet folds. Her grip on his hair tightened as she pushed her behind up in the air. She was still riding the wave of her release when his big finger pushed inside of her sex.<br/><br/>Pleasure burst through Kara, making her next orgasm take her hard. She cried out against his throat as his finger stretched her sheet and filled it. When his finger started stroking and thrusting inside of her, she forgot all about taking his blood. Her hands shot down to her hips and she pushed her shorts down over her behind and as far as she could down her  thighs.<br/><br/>Her face was tilted up, and ecstasy creased her forehead. Kara's eyes were squeezed tightly shut, hiding how her amber eyes glowed. She was concentrating on breathing, and working her way through that release. Her hands moved up to his chest, and she would have been satisfied if that was all he gave her that morning.<br/><br/>But then he began to push a second finger inside of Kara's tight sheath, and Kara trembled on top of him. He took his time, so as not to hurt her, but her sex was already so wet and greedy to feel more of him fill her. She felt so very full and her small body clenched over and over around his two fingers.<br/><br/>When he began to thrust both of them inside of her, Kara's nails dug into Hallbjorn's chest as she hung on for dear life. Her eyes opened, and the look in them was frantic and hungry for what he was doing to her. Kara's cheeks were flushed with pleasure and need, and the feel of Hallbjorn's palm moving on the cheeks of her behind only heightened what she felt.<br/><br/>Kara couldn't remain still. His arm around her allowed her had enough give so that she could give into her need to move. She started moving back and forth on top of him as she tried to meet his thrusting fingers. Her breasts were aching, feeling hot and heavy, and her turgid little nipples were abraded with each slide against his body.<br/><br/>She wanted to rub her clit along his length, but she dare not lower her hips, because Kara was sure she'd die without him filling her up with his fingers. Her eyes were dazed, but she managed to lock onto Hallbjorn's gaze as he spoke. Kara's voice was breathy and hitching with each thrust of his fingers. “I swear, I was being a good girl. I wanted to wake you up nicely. Please don't stop.” Her words were rushed and sincere, and touched with a hint of begging because she wanted him to treat her like a good girl.<br/><br/>Kara loved his playful and dark words to her. She would have loved for him to say more to her. But then his fingers became rough, and thrust into her with more force. The palm of his hand seemed to slap her behind, and Kara became crazed.<br/><br/>She screamed as another powerful orgasm tore through her. Her movements on top of Hallbjorn became frantic, her hips wildly trying to meet each of his hard thrusts. The way he was giving her just what she wanted, touching her in the way she needed, made it so that Kara could not stop coming. And she did not want him to stop.