Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the room, painting your skin in hues of warm honey and soft amber. His gaze was a physical touch, a slow, simmering heat that started deep within your core and spread outward, making your breath catch. You felt the whisper of his fingers tracing the line of your collarbone, a feather-light promise that sent shivers cascading down your spine. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with the unspoken words and the frantic rhythm of your own heart. In that suspended moment, every inch of your being felt awake, alive, and yearning for the slightest pressure of his lips against yours. A soft sigh escaped you, not of sound, but of pure feeling, as you leaned into the magnetic space between your bodies. The world outside the window ceased to exist, leaving only the intimate universe contained within these four walls. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a comforting fire you ached to move closer to, to let it consume you entirely. This was not a surrender, but a glorious awakening, a profound acceptance of the power humming just beneath your skin. In the quiet intensity of his eyes, you saw your own reflection, not as you were, but as a being of pure, radiant feeling, utterly and beautifully seen.
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