Hallbjorn gave a low, rumbling sound of satisfaction from deep in his chest when Kara's body lay limp on the bed. He was pleased that she was so responsive to his touch. The large man savoured the taste of her on his tongue, his face very near her sex. Slowly he withdrew his finger from her tight sheathe and there was only the warmth of his breath against her flesh to unite them. He glanced at her thighs and considered kissing the smooth skin there but he decided for the moment that Kara had had enough; when she recovered more he would revisit the impulse.<br/><br/>The large man looked at Kara's limp, post-orgasm body and he felt desire. It was so strange to feel it. So long without desire and now he was wanting. Hallbjorn gathered Kara up, closing her legs and lifting her up to his chest. He rose up and crossed to the middle of the bed on his knees, laying down and laying Kara beside him. The young woman was beside him, her bare body against his mostly bare one. He reached over her and pulled some of the comforter over her. But his big arms were still around her as well, and one of his hands went low on her back, the bottom of it just at the rise of her bottom. The other stroked the strands of her hair away from her cheeks and neck, leaving her face exposed to him.<br/><br/>"This will be better when you are frozen in your immortality." Hallbjorn promised Kara. "Everything I made you feel will be magnified."<br/><br/>And she would be free to touch him while he pleasured her. Although Hallbjorn imagined there would be times when he ordered her not too, because it turned him on to know how much she struggled not to move while he worked her body. Was it wrong? He did not know, but it was there.<br/><br/>"But what shall we do about your throat?" Hallbjorn said with concern, and moved the hand that had stroked her hair to rub at her throat with a forefinger. His brows drew together. "Would taking more blood soothe?"