She could feel the shift in his power, the way that he used his control over heat to toy with her. It was maddening, and so good that it made her body shudder for more. "Gods," Elia moaned, shifting her hips against his hand, desperate for more – for anything that he would give her. It was always that way with Kennet; a matter of how much he was willing to give her any any given moment.
"I can't imagine," she murmured a moment later, sliding one of her hands up and around the back of his neck. It was easier to feel grounded, more steady, with her fingernails pressing into his hot skin, the grip urging his body closer to hers. It took all her willpower not to whimper for more, not to beg him to keep going. Of course, it wouldn't have surprised her in the least if he knew, regardless – Kennet always seemed to know her secrets.