If this is his way of retaliation, to take things agonizingly slow when she so clearly wants him? She has to say, she's impressed. Even as frustratingly slow his gestures are, she gasps the instant his lips suckle on her breast. The pressure and satisfying sting stealing a hiss from gritting teeth. Already, she can feel wetness pool between her legs, causing a slide when she shifts underneath him.

Isetriel moans when his face comes between her breasts, and she rolls into him, inhaling to puff her chest in hopes of feeling more.

"Have I-- Nn... Have I already corrupted you? I never pictured you so devious."