Reincarnated as a Healer : Why are my powers so filthy?

Terya tossed him a waterskin, the leather slapping his chest, and leaned against the wall, her arms crossed under her chest, accentuating her curves.

"So," she said, her voice low and teasing, "let's see if you can make that wind dance again."

Leon caught the waterskin, his eyes widening. "Now?" he said, his voice cracking. "I mean, I don't think I can do it without—"

He stopped, his face flushing as he remembered the ritual, her body against his, the surge of magic fueled by arousal.

Terya's laugh was soft, mischievous, and she stepped closer, her hip brushing his.

"Yeah, yeah," she said, interrupting, her green eyes glinting. "You're cute when you fumble, but you're a whole lot cuter when you're focused."

Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, her breath hot against his ear. "So let's get you focused."

She pressed herself against him, her hips grinding slow and deliberate against his crotch, the friction sending a jolt through him.

Leon gasped, his eyes wide, his hands hovering awkwardly until she grabbed them, placing them on her hips, then lower, her leather pants warm under his fingers.