Karups
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The city slept beneath a blanket of distant, winking stars, but in our quiet room, the world was reduced to the soft cadence of our shared breath. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along my collarbone, a touch so light it felt like a whispered secret against my skin. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the warmth that bloomed wherever his hand lingered, a gentle fire spreading through my veins. The scent of night-blooming jasmine drifted through the open window, mingling with the faint, clean fragrance of his skin. My own hands found the solid plane of his back, feeling the shift of muscle as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against mine. In that suspended silence, a universe of unspoken longing passed between us, a silent conversation of trembling lips and searching gazes. Every nerve ending sang with a heightened awareness, attuned only to the rhythm he created within me. The air grew thick with a tenderness so profound it felt like a physical presence, wrapping us in its delicate embrace. I felt my heart hammering against my ribs, a wild drum echoing the fierce, beautiful ache of this connection. This was more than a moment; it was a sanctuary where two souls dared to be completely, vulnerably known.
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