Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The fire crackled softly, painting the room in hues of amber and gold, its warmth a gentle echo of the heat blooming between them. His fingers, rough yet infinitely tender, traced the delicate line of her jaw, tilting her face upwards until her eyes met his. In that silent exchange, a universe of unspoken longing shimmered, a fragile promise finally being kept. She leaned into his touch, her own hand coming to rest over the steady, strong rhythm of his heart, feeling its frantic pace match her own. The scent of old books and his faint, clean cologne wove an intoxicating spell around them, a perfume of safety and desire. He pulled her closer then, her head finding its home against his chest, her body melting into the solid comfort of his frame. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of sorrow, but of profound relief, as if she had been holding her breath for a lifetime. They stood like that for an eternity, wrapped in the quiet darkness, two souls weaving themselves back into a single, unbreakable thread. The world outside, with all its noise and haste, simply ceased to exist in the sanctuary of their embrace. In that perfect stillness, she knew, with every fiber of her being, that she was utterly and completely loved.
Comments
Post a Comment