Skellig was trying to hold out - making an effort to adhere to the adage of 'ladies first' - but when she looks at him with her eyes aglow in the brilliant shade of violet that she knows drives him wild, his self-control goes right to the wind and is lost.

"For, for you, all for you always--" he groans softly under his breath, the words merely utterances against her skin before a louder, deeper sound overtakes his lungs and throat as his climax hits.

(It is very good that the House has no questions about what goes on within its walls, because he does not hold back - not when she feels this good, her body quivering around his cock and their souls and heartbeats as one.)