Skellig literally growls under his breath as he exhales, because words are Not Working Anymore as he watches her. It has been a VERY long day, and even with the addition of her preening oils on his cock - probably the only reason he HASN'T already come - he is desperate.

Desperate for his release, desperate to have his hands on her, his own fingertips teasing her clit, fingers buried in her arousal as she thrusts against him. Desperate. Just plain desperate.

His breathing has slowed from a rapid pant, but it is still quite shaky as he watches her touch herself.