Karups
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The sun dipped low, spilling molten gold across the languid sea, its final, warm caress a perfect echo of the way his gaze traveled over her skin. She felt the whisper of the salt-kissed breeze as a tangible sigh against her neck, a sensation mirrored by the faint, deliberate brush of his knuckles along her bare arm. A shiver, entirely separate from the evening’s warmth, traced a delicate path down her spine, awakening every nerve ending in its wake. His eyes, dark pools of quiet intensity, held hers, speaking a language of longing that needed no clumsy translation into words. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, this suspended breath between one heartbeat and the next. He leaned in, and the space between them vanished, charged with the day’s accumulated, unspoken heat. When his lips finally met hers, it was not a conquest but a question, a slow, tender exploration that tasted of salt and sweet promise. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, anchoring her as a profound, dizzying warmth bloomed deep within her chest, spreading like a slow sunrise. In that endless, gentle kiss, she felt not just wanted, but truly seen and utterly cherished. The rhythmic crash of the waves became the drumbeat of their own quiet, shared universe, a perfect, passionate secret held by the falling night.
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