His responses were only encouragement – the slow-and-steady pattern of his breath, changing when his human form was coaxed toward complicity. The pleasure and interest in his hum. Even the way that he leaned against the trunks, allowing himself the indulgence of extra support. Small things, but satisfying for Elia. Nearly as satisfying as the taste of him on her tongue, the burn of his magic filling up all her senses at this proximity.
Her tongue slid against him, following the path that her hand had a moment earlier, lavishing attention up his length and then back down. She purred her own desire, a heady sound filled with want and pleasure.