Olivia's breathing had turned into short, ragged gasps. Sweat glistened on her neck and collarbone, slowly trickling down between her breasts. Her hands were gripping the arms of the chair so tightly that her nails dug into the wood.
Another deep, throaty moan slipped out of her and she immediately bit her lip hard, clearly embarrassed by how lewd she sounded.
But she couldn't stop it.
The mana continued its relentless work inside her, uncaring of how she felt.
"Kraven… please…" she pleaded, her voice hoarse and broken. "It's… it's too much… I can't… mmmh…!"
Julian kept his breathing perfectly even.
After nearly a full minute of this, he slowly began to withdraw his mana.
He did it gradually, not wanting to shock her system with a sudden absence. The bright blue glow around his hands dimmed first to a soft azure, then to a faint shimmer, and finally faded completely.
