Zen looked down at the brilliant, untouchable Goddess of the Aether Domain. She was completely undone beneath him. She was panting softly, her silver hair spread out in a wild, glowing halo across the dark stone.
"My turn," Zen murmured in a low, dark rumble that vibrated right into her bones.
He lifted his hand from her pinned wrists. But before Lyra could even think about moving her arms, a thick surge of his dark, crackling indigo aura flared to life. The heavy, suffocating mana wrapped perfectly around her wrists, forming tight, unbreakable bands of pure energy that locked her arms firmly to the obsidian table.
Lyra let out a startled little gasp.
She gave her bound wrists a useless tug, her pale skin straining against the dark indigo restraints. But the bands didn't budge an inch. They were infinitely heavier than the gravity restraints she had used on him.
Zen leaned in close, his hot breath brushing right against her ear. "Insurance," he whispered.
