Eventually Kara raised her head so that she could look into Hallbjorn's eyes. She thought that she had had enough, and that she could not take any more, but when Hallbjorn commanded her in that sinfully dark voice, it caused her body to clench around his fingers once more.<br/><br/>Kara looked down at his chest, and saw that she had drawn blood with her claws. She wanted to obey him, and would have done anything he told her to. Her gaze returned to his as she lowered her mouth a breath away from his chest. Kara began to lick up the blood she had left on him. Her licks were slow and long as she cleaned his chest.<br/><br/>Her hips were no longer still. While she used her tongue on him, she moved her hips just enough to feel a bit of friction while riding his fingers. It was not enough for her to get totally worked up again, but she indulged in the slow pace and the way his fingers spread her so wonderfully.<br/><br/>Kara could feel the incredible hardness of his length as it brushed her thigh. It felt like it branded her with heat, even through the sweatpants he wore. Hallbjorn had given her so much, and she did not want to leave him aching. If she shifted herself just a little, she knew she could grind her clit against him. But didn't simply want to take from him, she wanted to give to him.<br/><br/>When she finished licking all of the blood from his chest, she looked up at Hallbjorn with eyes that still glowed. “What else will you command me to do?”<br/><br/>Kara's hand slipped down between her body and his, and her palm rested on what she could reach of his hardness. It was clear that she would be ready for more, if he only commanded it.