Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The moon cast long, silver fingers through the window, painting your sleeping form in a soft, ethereal glow. A gentle sigh escaped your lips as the dream’s warmth began to bloom deep within your chest. His presence was felt before he was seen, a comforting weight dipping the mattress beside you. His fingers, whisper-soft, traced the delicate line of your collarbone, leaving a trail of shimmering heat in their wake. You arched into that touch, a silent plea for more, as his breath fanned against your neck like a summer breeze. Every nerve ending sang a quiet, desperate song, yearning to be heard. His palm settled on the curve of your waist, a possessive yet tender anchor in the swirling darkness. Your hands found his shoulders, learning the solid, real landscape of him as your heart hammered a frantic, joyful rhythm against your ribs. The space between you dissolved into pure, radiant feeling, a wordless conversation of shared breath and trembling skin. In that suspended moment, the entire universe narrowed to the exquisite, aching sweetness of a single, almost-kiss.
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