Still reeling in her own way, Elia chuckled against his lips, humming her delight and amusement into the kiss. What should she care if he burned the circus to the ground around them? In the moment, she didn't – in the moment, of course, she wasn't entirely herself.
"Then let it burn," she murmured against his lips, her breath hitching hungrily at the roll of his hips. A moment later, one of her long legs had curled around his waist, changing their arrangement just a little, urging him to do more than just tease her. "And you can have all of me you want..." Her voice was silenced by the aggressive kiss, except for her low hum of desire and need. Her fingertips stayed moving, though, saved from being burned by the shadows that still colored them black, cool despite his infectious heat.