Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the edges of Livia’s silhouette as she turned. Her breath hitched when his knuckles gently grazed her jawline, a touch so light it felt like a question whispered into her skin. She leaned into his palm, her eyes closing as a slow, profound warmth bloomed deep within her chest, spreading like liquid gold through her veins. The air itself grew thick and sweet with the scent of her perfume and their shared, unspoken yearning. He watched the delicate flutter of her pulse at her throat, a frantic bird beating in rhythm with his own racing heart. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of surrender, but of profound recognition, as if her soul had finally found its missing echo. His fingers traced the elegant line of her collarbone, mapping a territory both familiar and thrillingly new. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space between their gazes, heavy with promises and a heat that needed no fuel but their own. She arched towards him, a silent plea and an answer, her hands finding their way to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair. It was a silent symphony of trembling touches and shared breath, a prelude to a story their bodies were only just beginning to tell.
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