He certainly is her exact opposite, isn't he? Trying so hard to maintain this composure and stance, striving to be sweet and gentle while she begs for something else. It is a game she has played with him since they reached maturity. Liaran is handsome, kind, and the only man to truly find potential and faith in her. How many times has he defended her honor? Fought to keep her within the clan even when other mages had been forged?

She can't help the smug chuckle that follows his composure cracking like weakened glass. It has always been this easy to make him stutter or come undone, but never in this way. With feelings placed on the table, tangible and visible, the entire game has changed.

And she can't find herself able to wait any longer. Especially when she feels his cock throb against her ass, eager and wanting despite what he says. The kiss says it all, and Isetriel uses it to her advantage. She returns the kiss again, equally passionate and needy, humming into his lips as she rolls into him. Her clit finds just barely some friction against his abdomen, needing far more when she aches so badly for him.

They will find out what he intends to call her soon, she thinks. And Isetriel reaches behind her to take hold of him, adjusting so his cock is trapped between her folds and-- Creators, the feeling of it merely pressing against her clit is enough to have her whimpering into his lips.

She will fuck him. Fuck him senselessly in this bath, but she will be just as calculated as he can be, ease him into it to at least show him this can be perfect too.