Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The sun poured its honeyed light over the terrace, warming the stone beneath their feet as he traced the delicate line of her collarbone with a single, lingering finger. A soft sigh escaped her lips, carried away by the jasmine-scented breeze that rustled the leaves around them. She leaned into his touch, her body curving to meet his as naturally as the tide answers the moon. His hand, warm and sure, slid to the small of her back, drawing her closer until she could feel the steady, frantic rhythm of his heart against her own. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, a silent conversation spoken through skin and breath. Her fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, holding on as if he were the only solid thing in a spinning universe. He dipped his head, his lips a whisper away from hers, his breath a warm caress that promised everything and asked for nothing. In that suspended moment, the air itself seemed to thicken, charged with unspoken yearning and a heat that rivaled the afternoon sun. Her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the overwhelming tide of emotion that washed away all thought, leaving only feeling in its wake. This was not a beginning or an end, but a perfect, breathless forever held in the space between two hearts.
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