Watching him silently while appreciating the view, Zanya experienced something she found frightening. She could not bear to take her eyes off him as if she was the one who was under the spell of the bond now. Was it because… this beautiful creature looked so damned tormented right now? Ugh, was she a pervert?!
"Damn!" she muttered to herself, biting her lower lip even harder. Her expression looked like she had gotten herself into the most ultimate trouble, one that she could not even escape. And somehow, it did not seem like she wanted to escape anyway.
Then she bent over and placed her hands over his chest. "I'll give you more strength. But that's all I can do for you now. After this… I'll leave you alone as you wished." She said then her magic glowed from her palms, transferring them to him.
However, his large hand caught her wrists. The slightly rough texture of his hand created a delicious friction that sent her skin crawling in a pleasurable way.
