It would be fair to call him both bold and foolish, for daring any dragon - but to dare his dragon is another matter entirely! Skellig accepts the 'challenge' and allows himself to be claimed with her kiss, melting into it (while not completely collapsing into a puddle) and groaning happily at the sensations that ripple through his body.

Between her kisses and her touches, this feels good. He tips his head back slightly to press his neck into her strokes, runs a hand up her stomach, his fingertips exploring the layers of the sheer fabric, the alternating warm silk and cool shimmer.