Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The evening began with the soft glow of candlelight dancing across the walls, casting long, intimate shadows where we stood. His hand found the small of my back, a gentle pressure that spoke volumes in the quiet room. I could feel the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of my dress, a slow, spreading heat that made my breath catch. Our foreheads touched, and in that suspended moment, the world outside our shared silence ceased to exist. His eyes, dark and full of unspoken promises, held mine with an intensity that made my heart flutter wildly. A slow, tender smile graced his lips just before they met mine in a kiss that tasted of wine and longing. My fingers traced the line of his jaw, feeling the subtle tension there, a testament to his own restrained emotion. Every whispered word against my skin felt like a delicate secret, building a current of anticipation that hummed between us. We moved together in a slow, wordless dance, a perfect synchronization of two souls falling deeper into the moment. The air itself seemed to thicken with the sweet, aching weight of our mutual desire, a beautiful, unspoken language of love.
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