As the night grew darker, they finally returned to their private room.

The door closed behind them, and silence filled the air.

Long Yifan exhaled slowly. "Finally."

Gu Jin turned to face him. "It feels strange," she said softly. "We waited so many lives for this moment."

He nodded and took her hand gently. "And this time, we'll make sure nothing tears us apart."

Gu Jin looked down, her eyes glimmering. "Do you think the curse is truly gone?"

Long Yifan paused before answering. "No curse can last forever. It weakens each time we defy it. This time, I can feel it… it's almost gone."

She smiled faintly. "Then let's live this life without regret."

They sat together on the edge of the bed, looking at the night sky through the large window. Stars shimmered softly outside.

For a while, they didn't speak.

Then Gu Jin said quietly, "Do you ever wonder why we were reborn in the same world again?"

"Yes," Long Yifan admitted. "It's strange. Usually, souls move on to different realms. But we came back to the same one. Maybe it means something."

Gu Jin thought for a moment. "Maybe it means the gods are losing control. Maybe the curse is weakening faster than they think."

He smiled faintly. "Or maybe it means fate is on our side this time."

Their eyes met again.

Suddenly, Long Yifan slowly started to lean toward Gu Jin.

Closing her eyes in anticipation, Gu Jin felt the warm lips against her own cold ones.

It was a soft, gentle kiss devoid of any lust and only love and care.

Heat pooled in her lower body, while a soft moan escaped her lips, as Long Yifan's hand slowly started to caress her waist.

His other restless hand slipped inside her dress. The rough, warm hand unhooked her bra hook with precision.

A gasp escaped Gu Jin's lips when Long Yifan's hand touched her nipples. An electrifying sensation traveled all over her body.

..................

The clean white bedsheets wrapped around their legs, standing out against the dark room.

Long Yifan breathed heavily against Gu Jin's neck, his body tensing before he fell onto her with a deep sigh.

The fast pace they had just moments ago faded into a sudden quiet.

'Too soon.' The thought shouted in his mind.

It had been a hurried, eager moment, full of clumsy hands and urgency. And it ended in what felt like just seconds.

'Sh*t! How can I mess up at my first time?' Long Yifan was so embarrassed that he wanted to commit suicide.

"That... This... isn't my normal performance..." Long Yifan explained awkwardly.

A soft sound slipped from Gu Jin's lips. It wasn't quite a laugh, but something like it.

With a quiet breath of amusement, she quickly tried to hide by turning her head into the pillow.

Her chest, still rising and falling quickly, pressed against him.

The feel of her soft breasts against his skin now felt like a reminder of his own performance.

He rolled away from her, the warm air of the room making the sweat on his back feel cold.

He stared at the ceiling, embarrassment burning from his chest to his cheeks.

He heard the sheets rustle as Gu Jin moved.

"It's late," she said softly, her voice calm but not soothing his inner turmoil. "We should sleep."

She turned away from him, pulling the sheet over her shoulder, and the casual move felt like a knife.

Sleep? How can they sleep?

"Wait." The word came out rough, filled with need. He reached out, his fingers brushing her smooth arm.

She paused. "Jin, please. Just… give me another chance."

She turned her head on the pillow. In the dim light, her red eyes were hard to read. "You don't have to..."

"I want to," he said firmly. He moved closer, propping himself up on an elbow to look at her.

The sheet slipped again, showing the lovely curve of her breast.

His focus narrowed to that spot. "Let me… let me show you. I was just too excited at the first time."

His usual confidence was gone, replaced by an honest plea.

It seemed to be the right thing to say.

A new kind of tension filled the space between them.

Her cool confidence seemed to soften a bit. She gave a slow, almost unnoticeable nod.

Thank goodness.

This time, he took his time.

He didn't rush in. He started with his mouth on hers, a kiss that was both an apology and a promise.

It was gentle, exploring the softness of her lips before deepening with a new, controlled passion.

He lost himself in it, in her taste, in the way her tongue met his with growing desire.

He kissed her until they were both breathless, until her hands tangled in his black hair.

He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her jaw, her throat, and the graceful line of her collarbone.

He explored her skin with his mouth, each touch a silent promise of patience.

His goal was clear, and he took his time getting there.

When his mouth finally closed over her nipple, she gasped.

A real, sharp breath that was nothing like her earlier quiet smile.

He swirled his tongue around the firm peak, enjoying how it tightened under his attention.

He suckled gently, then with more pressure, his hand caressing the full weight of her other breast.

He was captivated by them, by their perfect shape and how they filled his hands, soft and yielding.

He watched, fascinated, as they moved with her quickening breaths, a gentle bounce with every gasp he drew from her.

Her calm demeanor was fading. Soft sounds, little moans, and sighs were escaping her now.

Her back arched, pressing her body more firmly into his mouth. "Yifan…" she breathed, sounding like a prayer.

He adored her with his mouth and hands until she was squirming beneath him, her fingers gripping the sheets.

Only then did he move between her legs again.

This time, he entered her with a slow, steady push, his eyes locked on hers.

He set a deep, measured rhythm, one meant to stretch out every moment.

He watched the pleasure grow on her face, felt it in the tight grip of her body around him.

He was in control now, and he used it to lift her higher and higher until she cried out, her body shaking around his.

He followed her over the edge, his own release a wave that left them both panting and slick with sweat.

He didn't stop. As her tremors faded, he kissed her again, his hands already exploring her body anew.

"Again," he whispered against her lips, and it wasn't a question.

The third time was a revelation. He was skilled now, knowing just how to touch her, where to kiss her, the right pace to bring her to the edge and keep her there.

He took her from behind, his hands gripping her lovely hips, his gaze fixed on the beautiful sway of her breasts with every thrust.

He turned her to her side, curling around her, his hand working between her legs as he moved inside her, overwhelming her with sensation.

The fourth. The fifth. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies meeting, their heavy breaths, and her rising cries.

The crisp bedsheets were a lost cause on the floor.

After the sixth, a powerful climax that left her shaking, she weakly pushed at his chest. "Stop. Please. A break. I need… I need water. A minute."

He grinned, a flash of his old confidence returning, forged in the fire of his developed skill.

He got her a glass of water from the bathroom, watching her drink it down, her throat moving. The sight of it, so simple, sent a fresh wave of desire through him.

She sank back onto the pillows, her eyes already closing. "Just… five minutes."

He gave her three.

He let her think she was resting, placing soft kisses along her shoulder.

Then he slid an arm under her knees and another behind her back, lifting her easily from the bed.

Her eyes flew open. "What are you...?"

He carried her, not to the bed, but across the room to the large, polished desk.

He swept a notebook and a pen to the floor with a satisfying clatter.

The cool wood met her back, and she shivered, her eyes wide with surprise and a new spark of excitement.

He leaned over her, surrounding her with his arms, his black hair falling over his forehead as his blue eyes locked onto her red ones.

"I thought of an amazing position; let's try it." His voice was laced with raw lust, and Gu Jin could feel him getting hard again.

The deep seductive voice made Gu Jin helpless. Even she was feeling aroused, but what terrified her more was Long Yifan's current state.

He looked like... the seventh round wasn't the end... heck... it wasn't even the beginning.