Even as much as he'd like to tease her, tempt her by lingering and just looking at her body...she is something he is unable to resist, especially in the state they are both in.

Skellig walks back over to the bed, crawling up beside her (still slowly) and settles, draping one leg over hers, his arm across her midsection, allowing one of his hands to join one of hers on her breast.

"If I were an artist of any sort, I would wish to capture your image with more than just my eyes," he admits, pressing his lips to her shoulder, his thumb caressing her nipple. "But I am not, so my eyes and mind will have to do."