Skellig laughs softly, pressing his lips to the side of her neck, before running his tongue along the edge of her earlobe, his voice still a whisper.

"It would be one of many things that would make me hard for you," he says, pulling his hand (and her hand, fingers intertwined) briefly from between her legs to stroke himself. "You are a dragon of many talents. I usually take much longer to recover..."

His hand wanders back between her legs, slipping his fingers inside of her, teasing more eagerly.

"But I would gladly give you cause to scream my name." A brief kiss to her cheek, and then a thought crosses his mind - one she may not have experienced, or even considered. Laying his body back, sprawling on the bed beneath her, he grins, sliding one hand around her body to cup her ass.

"Come up here and let me devour you...while allowing me to save my strength for what I plan to do to you later."