Nina moved her fingers when she felt his cock brush against her. She helped guide him, not that he needed it, and as he sank into her, she breathed out a moan.

"Oh, saints," she gasped, shivering at the sound of Geralt's voice as he pushed deep. She lifted her hips to meet him, and for a moment she felt a stretch but it was good.

Her thighs pressed to his hips and her hands slid up his back, one tangling up in his pale hair as their brows met. She could feel his breath warm against her skin, the vibration of his voice. She was deeply aware of the way his heart beat, of the way her own had quickened to meet it.