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

Her breath traced his jaw, warm and teasing, and his magic stirred, the bond's airy pulse flaring.

"Relax," she said, her voice low. "Tighten your core. Think about cutting the wind, not flailing at it."

Leon swallowed, her touch making focus harder, not easier.

He tried again, his hand slashing forward, and a sharper arc of wind whistled through the air, grazing a dummy's arm.

"Better," Terya hummed, her lips brushing his neck. "Now you're starting to look less like a confused virgin and more like someone I'd let blow my back out."

Leon sputtered, his face burning.

"Wait, I—!" Before he could finish, she spun him around, her lips crashing into his in a slow, heated kiss.

Not teasing, not soft, but deep, her tongue curling against his with hunger.

Her hands slid under his shirt, nails grazing his chest, and he groaned, his arousal sparking his magic brighter.

She pulled back, her green eyes smoldering, and whispered, "That was your reward."

She stepped back, kicking over a dummy with a smirk. "Now slice that in half."