Karups
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The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes dancing in the still air. His gaze was a tangible warmth that traveled over my skin, a silent question that made my breath catch. Slowly, his fingers traced the line of my collarbone, a feather-light touch that sent shivers cascading down my spine. I leaned into his palm as it cupped my cheek, the world narrowing to the simple weight of his hand. Our foreheads touched, and in that shared breath, I felt the unspoken words passing between us. The scent of his skin, clean and faintly of sandalwood, filled my senses, an intoxicating anchor in the rising tide of feeling. A soft sigh escaped my lips as he pulled me closer, the solid strength of his embrace a sanctuary I had always sought. Every nerve ending seemed to awaken, humming with a quiet, desperate music only he could hear. The space between our lips vanished, not in haste, but in a slow, tender convergence that tasted of promise and forever. In that endless kiss, I was utterly known, completely lost, and finally found.
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