The sound of pleasure on his lips was dizzying, deeply satisfying. Kennet was usually so aloof, so untouchable – reactions from him were delicious to Elia. It seemed so unfair that he should be able to make her come undone with such ease; it settled her a little to know that he wasn't immune to the heat between them.
Anything. The witch bit her lip to keep the words from spilling out. Instead, she concentrated on the way his fingers moved inside her, coaxing her hips to arch toward his hand and her head to tip back against the trunks. "I can be very cooperative," she managed after a moment, her voice breathy.