Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes that danced in the heavy, warm air. She stood by the window, the delicate silk of her robe whispering secrets against her skin as it slipped from her shoulders. His gaze was a tangible warmth, a slow, melting heat that started at the nape of her neck and traveled down her spine. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of words, but of pure feeling, a surrender to the thrilling tension coiling deep within her. He crossed the room without a sound, his fingers, when they finally brushed a stray curl from her cheek, were infinitely gentle. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, a spark that promised a coming storm. She leaned into his palm, her eyes closing as she breathed in his familiar, comforting scent, now laced with a new, intoxicating urgency. Every nerve ending seemed to awaken, humming with a desperate, beautiful ache she had no wish to quiet. This was not a rush, but a slow, deliberate unraveling, a symphony of longing played in the quiet space between their heartbeats. In that suspended moment, she felt utterly known, her desire not a hidden thing, but a radiant, shared language.
Comments
Post a Comment