Skellig pictures himself based on how she is describing him, and the image is attractive, he can't lie about that. He arches his wings gently, pushing them upwards off the mattress.

"Tough, to contain myself." He whines gently. "When all I want to do is touch you."

He brings his hands together and interlocks his fingers, holding himself back from breaking free. He is going to be good! He promised. And this is highly erotic and he's loving it.

"Sometimes all you have to do is look at me in that way you do and I feel my cock stir," he groans. "Because I'm imagining your hands on my body, your mouth on me, your body wrapped around mine."