Elia had always been troublesome in her need for his attention. Kennet did not understand what attracted her to him nor the handful of other people who seemed to want to be in her current position with him. Moths to a flame would be such a poor expression to be believed.
Moving his hand up her neck, he let go of her hair, pulled her to her feet and kissed her demandingly. Pushing her against one of the adjacent prop trunks, he let his free hand burn its way down her torso. Each inch moved at a slower pace to draw out the process. "How much would you wish to be punished for misbehaving, Elia? How much time are you going to take me away from my duties?" His cool voice flowed with the dark heat of desire.