"Not all well-behaved women are human," she retorted, amused. But she was more interested in leaning close again, enough to press her mouth against the lowest curves of his neck. "But they're all boring." Elia felt the shadows singe and dissolve from her shoulder. The rest of them flickered, seeming to shy away from his heat, shrinking back and exposing more of her skin.
A pulse of her power kept the shell around them intact, though, curtain of darkness that kept them from the eyes of the rest of the Cirque. Her hands made quick work of the fastenings on his trousers, sliding up to each of his hips to press the fabric down and away – testing to see how far he would let her go, how far she could push.