As his clothes disintegrated under the intense heat he gave off, flicks of fire hung in the air. Her moan always a strange tone he had long forgotten of the witches and warlocks he had taken from to feed his own amusements and desires in the past. Whispering against her lips, he smirked, "Yes." The tone of the single world a lick of flame from the bottom of a bonfire blaze.
Desert spice hung heavy in the air as it did every time he burned away the facade or drew from his magic sources. Free from the loose clothing, he rolled his hips against hers. "The more you give the hotter I'll blaze until the entire place burns down." This sounded less like the Kennet anyone knew save for the glimpses Aria witnessed in the past or the glimpses of the dreams Elia had received. But Kennet gave no room for breath as he kissed her again. His skin burning even as her cooled fingers slid down.