Fuck, she feels so good against him. Better than his imagination ever could, better than any desire demon could tempt him with. She's real, soft and firm against him, a perfect fit and when her hips roll against his he shudders, breath catching in his throat and arms tightening around her waist. Fenedhis, she feels good and he finds himself achingly hard, much to his embarassment.

They're moving too fast, maybe. A confession of love is one thing but. This. It's late, she's probably sleep deprived and he's still on the thrill of finding her okay. And Creators, sure, he wants her, wants this, can imagine so easily the feel of her thighs around his hips, what it would feel like to fuck her against this stone but. He... they should thinking about this, maybe and it's with great pain that he pulls back with a little gasp.

"I-" He stutters the word, cheeks flushed and hair mussed and Liaran swallows, unable to stop looking at her. Her kiss swollen lips, the little red mark a nip of his teeth have left on her jaw, the way she's breathing so heavily and fuck he can feel his cock twitch. It's embarrassing to say the least as he swallows, searching for something to try and give them a moment to just think about this all. "I should... bathe."

Fuck, no, that's a terrible idea, just an excuse for bared skin and seeing her naked body again and he finds himself flushing darker with a soft groan, spinning around and his hands find the edge of the bath, Liaran leaning against it.

"I mean... I don't. I don't want to rush this, Isetriel." No, he wants it to be worth it. Wants to treat her like she deserves, at least for the first time, and that doesn't include rutting against a wall like beasts.