The week blurred into an endless cycle of heat, sweat, and raw pleasure.
Day after day, night after night, Natasa and Damien stayed locked inside the hotel room, the outside world forgotten.
Their bodies became entwined in a dance of relentless passion, cultivating their essence through sheer physical endurance.
Each session felt like an intense wave, pushing them further into realms of cultivation neither had anticipated reaching so quickly.
On the first day, after hours of their bodies crashing together, Natasa lay back, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.
"I... I'm exhausted, Damien," she panted, her limbs trembling from the sheer exertion.
Sweat glistened on her bare skin, pooling under the dim light of the room.
But Damien was far from done.
His golden eyes gleamed with determination.
"We can't stop now," he growled, sitting up and pulling her into his lap.
