Our nights together became gentle, slow, and full of curiosity. No more fear, no more holding back.
I explored him as he explored me. Every touch, every sigh, every kiss a statement: We are alive. We are free. We belong to each other.
The memory of the curse lingered sometimes, a shadow in my mind—but it could no longer touch him.
We made love again, this time without hesitation, without dread. Desire was no longer a weapon—it was celebration.
For the first time, I understood love could exist without cost.