"I eventually plan on having you laid out beneath me on that bed of ours," Skellig tips his head in the direction of the bed. "So I can fully explore your body, inch by inch...trace those lines with more than my fingertips..."
Her efforts to work his kilt free will eventually be successful, but he is not making it easy for her - not with the way he shifts his mouth to kiss down the side of her neck and the top of her shoulder, doing his best to be distracting.
While one hand remains on her breast, he drops the other back to her forearm, fingertips trailing over the vines and knots.
"Do you know how hard it was for me not to trace these lines beneath our table in the tavern, while you were sat beside me?" He whispers.
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Date: 2024-05-29 02:07 am (UTC)Her efforts to work his kilt free will eventually be successful, but he is not making it easy for her - not with the way he shifts his mouth to kiss down the side of her neck and the top of her shoulder, doing his best to be distracting.
While one hand remains on her breast, he drops the other back to her forearm, fingertips trailing over the vines and knots.
"Do you know how hard it was for me not to trace these lines beneath our table in the tavern, while you were sat beside me?" He whispers.