His protest is cut short (which is his fault - after all, he did tell her he didn't want her to stop what she was doing to him) as she drags her wing over his body, her feathers rustling as they move over his skin, the sound filtering through the air to his ears.
It is such a fine, delicate, nuanced sound. And when combined with such feelings of pleasure in his body. Something triggers his primal brain.
something like you, something like a beast
And then Skellig does growl, and then leans up to catch her mouth in a hard, claiming kiss, very similar to the one she planted on him just a moment earlier that put stars in his eyes.
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His protest is cut short (which is his fault - after all, he did tell her he didn't want her to stop what she was doing to him) as she drags her wing over his body, her feathers rustling as they move over his skin, the sound filtering through the air to his ears.
It is such a fine, delicate, nuanced sound.
And when combined with such feelings of pleasure in his body.
Something triggers his primal brain.
something like you, something like a beast
And then Skellig does growl, and then leans up to catch her mouth in a hard, claiming kiss, very similar to the one she planted on him just a moment earlier that put stars in his eyes.