Of course Hallbjorn enjoyed Kara's eyes on him, but it was more enjoyable to see how delighted she was with him. He enjoyed the way she had looked at his length, and at his muscles. The hurt when he told her no at first had made him feel a sting of guilt but it was almost balmed by her reactions. He would not forget that misstep. He could hear heart pounding in her chest. He smiled just a little wider when she praised his body.<br/><br/>He moved to join her in the bubbly water when she crooked her finger at him. Each curled of it pulled at him with an invisible force. When he lowered himself into the water beside Kara he was pensive at her question. He wanted to give her leave to touch him everywhere. He wanted her to have everything that she wanted from him. And while she had a complete trust that he would not hurt her the blond man did not share the same confidence.<br/><br/>He would just have to control himself, Hallbjorn resolved. The man could not deny not her. Not when she wanted it so much. Not when she was about to give him something that he wanted so much. Denying her would be so . . . unfair.<br/><br/>The large man drew Kara to him with one arm, allowing their submerged bodies to touch with nothing in between them. His hand moved up and down her back, his fingers trailing over her spine. He did not move his hands anywhere risque - though all of Kara seemed that way now that she was in front of him and naked, using a sultry voice that seemed so very different from the young woman that he knew. Or maybe not so different . . . just a layer not yet fully revealed. Hallbjorn liked that Kara was not a practiced, sultry seductress. He had seen enough of those and found he liked her honest reactions and unpracticed entreaties most. It thrilled him that she had taken off her panties as if she were just doing it to take the garment off - that it was not some striptease game. That was sexy in a way that Hallbjorn could only have with her.<br/><br/>He had experienced the practiced actions of a professional before. It was not so much, perhaps, that it was practiced, but that it was empty. That it was a motion to go through. He could not shake the association in his mind.<br/><br/>And Kara's innocent little toe scraping along marble assured he was even now only thinking about her. And what she wanted.<br/><br/>"Yes, I will let you touch me everywhere.<em>After</em>you feed." He said, relenting from the limitation he put on her from the night before. The large man kissed her lips lovingly. He was in no rush for everything. This was the first time he was bathing with his mate. There was no need to force past it. Every second of this was 'the good part.' He reached with one arm for soap that was, thoughtfully, within reach from the bath. If he had shorter arms he would have needed to move, but he had reach and could stay just where he was. He dipped the bar of soap beneath the water and began to rub it along Kara's back, gently rubbing the bar over her skin in a slow, easy pace. His other hand followed in the bar's wake, massaging her flesh with his big, rough hand. The touch was sure and confident, but his eyes still raged with a powerful storm that belied the calm of his touch.<br/><br/>"Let me feel your fangs on my collarbone, but do not bite yet." Hallbjorn whispered to her as he worked down her back with the soap and his hands. He had her touching his front with her own completely; her breasts were pressing flat against his chest and he could feel the points of her nipples against him. His hard abs were unyielding against her feminine softness, and the hot thickness of his length touched her, along with the large, full sac that accompanied it. His hands were getting very close to the beginning of the pert roundness of her bottom - a sad reality of his large hands against her small body: every touch would conquer so much of her, even at the languid, savouring pace he chose. But Hallbjorn strove to make every second of contact count.