Karups
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The city slept beneath a blanket of stars, but in the quiet of our room, the world was reduced to the soft cadence of our breathing. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along my collarbone, a touch so light it felt like a question whispered against my skin. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the warmth that bloomed wherever his hand lingered, a quiet fire spreading through my veins. The scent of his skin, clean and familiar, filled the space between us, pulling me deeper into this shared solitude. My own hand found its way to the nape of his neck, feeling the steady pulse there, a rhythm that echoed the frantic beat of my own heart. A soft sigh escaped my lips, not of words, but of pure feeling, a sound that seemed to hang in the air between us. He leaned his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling, creating a universe contained within that single, intimate gesture. In the dim light, I could see the raw emotion in his gaze, a look that stripped away all pretense and laid his soul bare. Every nerve ending felt alive, humming with a profound and aching tenderness that threatened to overwhelm me. In that suspended moment, we were not two people, but one single, yearning flame, burning brightly against the gentle night.
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