With Nina's permission, Geralt didn't wait a moment longer. He pressed above her again, guiding himself between her legs and pressing slowly in to meet her hips with insistent pressure. Geralt gave a low growl of satisfaction, feeling the throb of tight heat around him.

It tumbled into a groan as he pressed their foreheads together, brushing the straight line of his nose against her cheek. He could feel her eyelashes brushing against his face.