Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, painting your skin in hues of gold and dusk. My breath caught as your fingers, feather-light, traced the line of my collarbone, a silent question in their slow journey. I could feel the frantic rhythm of my own heart answering the steady, strong pulse I sensed beneath your own. Your gaze held mine, a deep, unspoken ocean of longing that made the very air feel thick and sweet with promise. A soft sigh escaped my lips as you leaned closer, your forehead gently resting against mine, closing the world down to just this space between us. The scent of your skin, warm and familiar, wove a spell around my senses, intoxicating and gentle all at once. Every nerve ending awoke, humming with the electricity of your nearness, a current that pulled me irresistibly closer. In the quiet, I could hear the whisper of fabric as you shifted, your arm encircling my waist to draw me into the safety of your embrace. It was a surrender not of weakness, but of profound trust, a melting of every barrier I had ever built. In that endless, breathless moment, I felt truly known, every wild and hidden desire understood without a single word being spoken.
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