"There's no need to apologize for any of that," he reassures her, panting softly - slightly breathless from the effort he just put forth to coaxing her to come for him, and from the ache of his own arousal in his groin. But that can be dealt with in a moment. "I would gladly repeat that any time you'd desire it."

He might be a little punch-drunk on 'dragon', too.

Skellig sighs happily and stretches against the silk (he really cannot get over how good this feels against his skin) while rubbing one of his hands against her lower back, palm skating over her spine. The taste of her arousal on his lips and tongue, the scent of her so close...so very good.