Skellig works his mouth against her as she comes, coaxing as much pleasure as he can from her release until she eventually stills beneath his body - and it is then that he carefully untangles his body from beneath her legs and crawls back up to sit beside her.
In a moment, he will lay down, wrap an arm around her body and cover them with one of his wings to keep them warm (not like that is truly a concern, even within the walls of this room, the radiant desert heat is comfortable) and hold her close.
But first, he wants to look at the vision of her - her eyes glowing violet, skin flushed with afterglow, her hair a wild mane splayed around her with the silks accentuating her skin, that henna drawn across her body. This is his dragon, his mate, his wife. And he grins at her.
"I am the luckiest creature in the world, to call you my own," he says smugly, taking in the image for another brief moment before he moves to curl up beside her.
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Date: 2024-06-02 12:33 am (UTC)In a moment, he will lay down, wrap an arm around her body and cover them with one of his wings to keep them warm (not like that is truly a concern, even within the walls of this room, the radiant desert heat is comfortable) and hold her close.
But first, he wants to look at the vision of her - her eyes glowing violet, skin flushed with afterglow, her hair a wild mane splayed around her with the silks accentuating her skin, that henna drawn across her body. This is his dragon, his mate, his wife. And he grins at her.
"I am the luckiest creature in the world, to call you my own," he says smugly, taking in the image for another brief moment before he moves to curl up beside her.