After Kara's third climax left her beaded in sweat and gasping, Hallbjorn shifted to lie down beside her. His turgid, heavy length remained on her stomach, the heated weight of it keeping contact with her despite Hallbjorn's new position. He left his finger within her, but he only filled her with it. The blond male allowed his mate a respite and time to recover from what she experienced. When her breathing evened out a little more Hallbjorn slowly inched his finger free from Kara's incredibly wet sex. It pleased him how wet she became for him.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn brought his finger up to his mouth and licked it clean of her fluids. He was slow in his actions, savoring the taste of his best beloved. It seemed all too soon the taste of her was gone from his skin and Hallbjorn was tasting only his own flesh and so he ceased, moving his arm so it draped across Kara and his hand touched nothing in particular. He wanted to run his hand all over Kara's body but he did not want to cause her to feel more than she could handle.<br/><br/>"Can you bear any more, or do you need more time to recover?" Hallbjorn asked Kara gently, raising a hand so that his fingers could gently stroke at her throat. He would relent if she could not bear more, but Hallbjorn had a few more things that he wished to do to Kara. They could wait, but he felt the edge of his desire and would dearly enjoy to have that edge blunted with satisfaction. He stroked at her hair, smoothing it away from her face and tracing the pads of his fingers over the edge of her, stroking over the curve of her ear and along her jaw. "Perhaps you need some ice cream to soothe your throat?" He asked her and cocked an eyebrow at her, lips turning up into a playful half smile.