Karups
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The fading afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes dancing in the still air. His gaze was a tangible warmth upon her skin, a silent question that made her breath catch. She answered by slowly offering her hand, her fingers trembling slightly as they met his. A current, gentle yet undeniable, passed between their palms, a secret language spoken only through touch. He drew her closer until she could feel the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heart against her own fluttering pulse. His lips found the delicate hollow of her throat, a whisper of a kiss that sent shivers cascading down her spine. Her head tilted back, a soft sigh escaping her as her hands came to rest on his shoulders, anchoring her in the rising tide of sensation. In that suspended moment, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the shared heat of their bodies and the unspoken promise in their entwined breaths. Every brush of his fingertips against the small of her back was a note in a silent, beautiful symphony they were composing together. It was a slow, delicious unraveling, a journey of discovery where every new touch felt both startlingly new and profoundly familiar.
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