She finally rolled off his lap… or tried to.
Only to realize exactly what she was sitting on.
Aria blinked. Then slowly turned her head with a smirk so sly it should've been illegal.
"Well," she murmured coyly, eyes locked on his face.
"Your magic staff seems… fully awakened. Which one was this again—Destruction? Amplification? Penetration?"
Kazriel choked on air.
"That's… that's not funny."
"Looks pretty serious to me," she said, eyes twinkling. "It's pulsing with mana. Very… vigorous."
He buried his face in his hands.
"Aria. We are not doing this. Not now."
She leaned in again, her breath hot against his ear.
"Not yet," she whispered, voice thick with promise.
"But after the wedding… I fully expect a demonstration."
Kazriel groaned, defeated and very, very turned on.
"Gods help me pls ..