With the violet in her eyes, Skellig could honestly care less if she were to hurt him - he knows she would not do it intentionally - but also knows she would feel terrible, even if she could heal him after they were spent in the pursuit of her pleasure.

(In the back of his mind, he KNOWS that is not the mindset that he should be carrying for their relationship and their sex life, but logic and reason are not at the forefront of thought right now!)

Even with the addition of her preening oils to help with his stamina, he will not last long with her moving like this, with the sounds of their delight and pleasure echoing off of the walls (constantly repairing the cracks and dents left by so many years of her disappointment and anger with herself, he is determined to erase those) sending shivers of arousal down his spine and heat straight to his cock. Tension coiling tighter and tighter in his groin, until it snaps and he unravels underneath her, gasping loudly as he buries his face in the curve of her neck, hands grasping at her body for purchase wherever he can reach.