She feels as though she has waited eons for such a moment to finally happen, but Creators was the wait worth it. Liaran is so gentle, so soft, and every kiss has her heart racing and fireworks going off under closed eyes. Everything from the sounds of their bodies clashing to the water splashing over the rim of the tub has her shivering, hot and needy when him simply filling her isn't enough. Frantic hands take to his hair, tangling slender fingers through wet locks, tongues clashing through the kiss between hot puffs of air.

Isetriel picks up their pace quick, rolling into him with frantic desire that makes her breasts sway with every gesture. Once she relaxes, he fits so perfectly inside of her. The friction of his cock filling her coupled with his fingers expertly working her clit sends her entire soul on fire. Those three words that slip from his lips so naturally nearly kill her, and she presses her forehead against his. Their eyes meet, locking gazes where she wishes to see every little shift in his expression.

"I've missed you," She says again, breathless and through a moan that she can't fight.

She doesn't wish to be separated from him ever again. And if they remained this way? Isetriel would be forever satisfied.

Again, she kisses him, returning the proclamation of love through their lips. Isetriel raises her hips high, letting him nearly slide completely out from her before crushing back down onto him again. His cock strikes her sweet spot, hits her resistance, and it's a pressure that she could never get sick of. Isetriel cries out, loudly as the water splashes violently around them and she does it again. And again.

It certainly won't be long, especially when each thrust brings her closer to her undoing.