Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, a distant galaxy that paled against the universe held within the quiet room. His thumb traced a slow, deliberate arc across her lower lip, a question asked without a single word. Her breath hitched, a soft, surrendering sound that seemed to echo in the space between their almost-touching bodies. She leaned into the solid warmth of his chest, her fingers finding the faint pulse at the base of his throat, feeling its wild rhythm match her own. The scent of night-blooming jasmine wove through the air, a sweet, intoxicating thread binding them closer. A shiver traced its way down her spine as his hand settled on the small of her back, a gentle anchor in the rising tide of her emotion. Every guarded part of her soul felt seen, felt cherished, in the profound silence they shared. This was not a capture but a release, a long-held breath finally exhaled into the safety of his presence. The world outside ceased to exist as she melted against him, her forehead resting gently upon his shoulder. In that suspended moment, she felt a profound and terrifying freedom, her desire no longer a caged thing but a radiant, unspoken truth.
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