Karups
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The moon cast a silver path across the silent room, illuminating the delicate curve of her shoulder as he drew near. His breath was a warm whisper against her neck, sending a cascade of shivers down her spine. She leaned into his solid strength, her fingers tracing the faint lines of his jaw with a reverence that stole his breath. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound of pure surrender that hung in the air between them. He pulled her closer, his hands a firm, yet gentle, anchor on the small of her back, molding her form to his. In that suspended moment, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the frantic, answering rhythm of her own heart. Every glance was a unspoken promise, every fleeting touch a brand of belonging. The air grew thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the intoxicating heat of their shared skin. She felt utterly claimed, not by force, but by a profound and tender devotion that melted her very bones. A single, perfect tear traced a path down her cheek, capturing the moonlight as it fell, a silent testament to the overwhelming emotion she could no longer contain.
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