Karups
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The evening air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, clinging to Daisy’s skin like a delicate promise. His gaze, a soft ember in the dim light, traced the line of her shoulder as she turned, a silent question hanging between them. A gentle hand found the small of her back, its warmth seeping through the thin silk of her dress, sparking a tremor that traveled her spine. She leaned into the solid comfort of his chest, hearing the frantic rhythm of his heart echo her own. His fingers, trembling slightly, brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, the touch as light as a butterfly’s wing yet it set her soul alight. Their breaths mingled, a shared, shaky secret in the quiet room, before his lips finally found hers in a kiss that tasted of longing and sweet surrender. Every nerve ending sang as his arms encircled her, pulling her into a sanctuary of shared warmth and rising passion. The world outside their embrace dissolved into a meaningless blur, forgotten and unimportant. A soft sigh escaped her, a sound of pure, unguarded emotion that spoke volumes more than any words could. In that suspended moment, they were the only two people, woven together by an invisible, electric thread of desire.
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