Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the room, painting his profile in soft, warm light as he turned to look at her. Her breath caught in her throat, a silent, fluttering thing, as he slowly closed the distance between them. His knuckles, feather-light, traced the line of her jaw, sending a cascade of shivers down her spine. She could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heart where her hand rested against his chest, a frantic counterpoint to her own racing pulse. His gaze, dark and impossibly deep, held hers, and the world outside the window simply melted into an indistinct blur. A soft, whispered sigh escaped her lips as he leaned in, his forehead gently resting against hers, their shared breath a warm, intimate cloud. The scent of his skin, clean and faintly of sandalwood, filled her senses, making her feel dizzy and utterly anchored all at once. When his lips finally met hers, it was a tender, searching pressure that sparked a slow, sweet heat uncoiling deep within her. Every thought scattered like startled birds, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of his mouth moving with hers, a silent, perfect language. In that suspended moment, she was nothing but feeling, a blush rising on her skin and a breathless wonder swelling in her heart.
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