The touch of his hand, combined with the sensation of him drawing on her power again, was enough to coax a low moan from Elia's lips. Her head tipped back against the wall, lips tilting just a breath away from his, just far enough that her sound of pleasure and desire wasn't swallowed entirely by his kiss.
Her hips shifted toward him, arching into the touch, even as her fingertips dragged down the newly exposed expanses of his skin. His arm, the same arm that bore the glowing scratches from her nails. Down his bicep, across to his chest, then lower until her fingers were stroking his abs, slipping down over his hip.
"Will you drink up all my shadows this time, and leave me to burn?" Her tone was still teasing, sultry – she didn't seem too concerned with the power she knew that he held.