Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes that danced between them. He watched her, a silent question in his gaze, as she slowly let the silk shawl slip from her shoulders. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound of surrender that seemed to hang in the warm, still air. His fingers, when they finally traced the line of her jaw, were not demanding but reverent, a whisper against her skin. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as a wave of pure feeling washed over her, leaving her trembling. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, to the frantic rhythm of her own heart echoing in her ears. He drew her closer, until she could feel the solid warmth of his chest and the gentle strength of his arms encircling her. In that safe harbor, every guarded part of her soul seemed to unfurl, laid bare and trusting. A single tear traced a path down her cheek, not of sorrow, but of overwhelming release. In the quiet intimacy of that embrace, she felt more truly herself than she ever had before.
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