"There you go," he lifts his hand from her chest to lightly caress her jawline, voice a low murmur of encouragement - albeit one that is tinted heavily with want and a fair amount of lust.

Coaxing her to shift against him, he increases his pace slightly, allowing his body to rock slightly in time with his fingers, his chest pressing to meet hers.

my dragon

His mouth wanders to the top of her shoulder, and he traces an invisible line (there is a memory in that space, a trail he knows to follow even though there are no marks on her skin, no scars) with his tongue. Every sound she makes sense a ripple of pleasure down his spine, entices him to up the ante, increase the stimulation, give her what she wants.