Skellig shifts a little closer to the edge of the bed, his stance widening in response to her touch on his thighs. (He can see the violet in her eyes, and it only helps to further his want from his dragon's touches.)

She is driving him absolutely mad with pleasure, and she's barely just started with her mouth on him - he knows he's doomed. His grin in response however shows just how unworried he is.

"Love the things you spark in my body with your tongue," he whispers. "It's like lightning on my skin. Crackles."