”How do you Lemurians express your love?”

Rafayel’s lips quirk, gazing up at you from the bathtub. He’s drenched head to toe from falling in, the towel around his waist submerged and all but useless now; but he doesn’t truly mind.

“Do you really wanna know?”

Before you can react his hand encircles your wrist; one tug and you’re falling into the bath right alongside him, clothes and all. He grins at you, shifting to lean back against the edge of the tub, and gently takes your hand in his.

“When Lemurians fall in love with someone…all our senses are committed to perceive them without question.”

Every sight, sound…touch…taste.

His iridescent eyes glance down to your knuckles, where his lips follow in a gentle kiss. You’ve always tasted so sweet; even the versions of you that you don’t remember.

And here you are again, pushing the envelope of his restraint. His breath catches as your fingers wander, gentle strokes that keep trekking dangerously downward. Testing his senses. Uh huh, sure.

“Are all humans idiots?” he mumbles, gaze flickering away. Everything feels hotter, closer; there’s a pretty pink flush on his skin that has nothing to do with warm bathwater. And still your hand wanders.

He catches your wrist, flipping position until you’re pinned on your back; water sloshes out of the tub as he glares down at you. Any more of that, cutie, and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.

“Someone’s intentions are as clear as day,” he warns lowly. Attempting to come across as angry doesn’t work very well when every cell in his body cries out for you, for more. His jaw is set in a stubborn line…but one more touch unravels him.

His restraint snaps as he lunges, capturing your chin between his fingers and sealing his mouth over yours. The kiss is ardent, desperate, consuming. As if he were trying to brand your lips with a similar mark as the seal on his chest.

A thin string of saliva links your lips when he pulls away, his eyes dropping to the way your lips part.

“You’re warm…I like that.”