Skellig presses his lips against her throat, his other hand shifting from her hair to her breast, teasing a nipple with his fingertips.
"No longer in pain," he promises. "Thanks to you."
With his kisses, he trails a pattern over her throat, her jawline, sucking lightly (not ever hard enough to mark, with the lack of clothes in this culture he is careful to not leave a bruise) and nibbling as his hands wander her body elsewhere.
Everywhere.
Lingering longer in those places that cause her to moan and shift against him, teasing extra at the spots that make her shudder and whimper.
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Date: 2024-04-12 01:31 am (UTC)"No longer in pain," he promises. "Thanks to you."
With his kisses, he trails a pattern over her throat, her jawline, sucking lightly (not ever hard enough to mark, with the lack of clothes in this culture he is careful to not leave a bruise) and nibbling as his hands wander her body elsewhere.
Everywhere.
Lingering longer in those places that cause her to moan and shift against him, teasing extra at the spots that make her shudder and whimper.