Her heart is pounding so hard and fast, and she's certain the beating could be visible even through her clothing. The feel of his hot breath brushing against her wet lips is too incredible, too satisfying, but it's not enough. What she would give to feel his naked body against hers, his cock hard and deep inside of her. And it seems so close to being possible, but he backs away and leaves her deeply releasing a shaken exhale.

Bathing... Yes, that was their initial intention. Though they have bathed together before, it was a common practice already among their clan. They've seen each other nude before, but not in a setting such as this. With passion and love being on the table for both to see.

It's painful when he breaks away from her, and Isetriel is quick to follow him and meet him at the edge of the bath. She is absolutely used to him turning her down, often while he is obviously uncomfortably aroused. But those moments occurred when she had started it. Now that Liaran has initiated it and made his intentions true, she can't simply let him walk away.

Isetriel laughs, leaning so she might see his face. "I'm not certain if your patience bears strength the likes of a druffalo or if you are a fool."

One hand takes to his, the one resting at the bath while the other takes to his face, ushering him to look at her.

"Only the creators know how many years I've practically spread my legs for you as an offering and you have turned away. What's to stop us now? I love you, Liaran. Whether we share that love against a wall, in a heap of filth, or in my bed, I will find it perfect."

Her adrenaline is still pumping far too much for her to back down, and she quickly slips herself between the bath and him. She reaches for the button of her own top, making short work of the first few.

"Or do you wish to see me beg?"