His hands finally came to a stop.
His fingertips rested along the side curve of her breast, the contact light yet unmistakable. From his angle, with her back slightly arched toward him, the position carried a quiet, magnetic allure.
He did not move right away, letting that faint touch linger as if testing the moment. The subtle rise of her breathing beneath his fingers only seemed to heighten the intensity, making the silence between them feel even more charged.
But it was not the same for Olivia.
The moment his touch settled there, she lost whatever control she had been holding on to.
"Ahh…"
A soft gasp slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
She had convinced herself that this was nothing more than an innocent mana transfer... a necessary ritual to restore Kraven's battered body after the brutal battle. That was what she kept repeating in her mind, clinging to the fragile justification like a lifeline.
Yet deep down, her body betrayed her.
