Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The evening began with the soft glow of candlelight, casting dancing shadows that caressed the walls like a lover’s whisper. He stood behind her, his hands resting gently on her shoulders, feeling the subtle tremor that ran through her at his touch. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and night-blooming jasmine, a perfume that made every breath feel like a shared secret. She leaned back into the solid warmth of his chest, her head tilting until her cheek brushed against the soft fabric of his shirt. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down her arms, leaving a trail of shimmering awareness on her skin. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of words, but of pure feeling, a sound that spoke of trust and longing intertwined. In the quiet intimacy, the world outside their sanctuary ceased to exist, leaving only the language of their breathing and synchronized heartbeats. His lips found the delicate curve of her neck in a kiss so tender it felt like a promise, a silent vow spoken against her skin. She turned within his embrace, her eyes meeting his, and in that gaze was a universe of unspoken devotion and aching sweetness. This was their sanctuary, a sacred space built not from walls, but from the profound and quiet understanding passing between their souls.
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