Something about a sound like that on Kennet's lips was wildly erotic to Elia, sending heat that didn't have anything to do with his elemental nature flashing through her like lightning. There wasn't much time to consider it, though – the next moment she found herself flipped neatly onto her back, his long fingers curled around her throat. The dark eyes that met his were a little wide, but certainly not distressed. Just watchful, waiting.
Her breath stilled for the moments that it took his other hand to reach the last of her clothes. He was right enough. Issac and Naamah would almost certainly know, albeit in different ways. Hiding her waking thoughts from the mentalist was nearly impossible; hiding her dreams from the succubus was just as tall an order. Aside from that, though... "My business is my business. They'll keep it that way."
And that seemed to be that. The rest of her clothing was gone in short order, and Elia was arching under the tease of his lips, her nipples stiffening quickly into sensitive peaks. The hand at her throat kept her in place, and she didn't struggle – but he certainly felt the tension that threaded through her in response to the sense of restraint, enjoyment with an edge of temptation to push back.