Karups
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The city slept under a blanket of distant stars, but in the quiet of the room, the only constellation was the heat between them. His hand, rough and warm, traced a slow, deliberate path from her shoulder down the curve of her spine, a touch that made her breath catch. She leaned into him, her forehead resting against his, feeling the frantic rhythm of her own heart echo in her chest. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his fingers tangled gently in her hair, tilting her face up towards his. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, a silent conversation spoken through trembling hands and searching eyes. Every nerve ending sang with a desperate, aching need, a fire stoked by each shared, shuddering breath. He pulled her closer, until not even a sliver of light could pass between their bodies, and she melted into the solid strength of him. The air itself grew thick with unspoken promises and a longing so profound it felt like a physical ache. In that suspended moment, time ceased to exist, leaving only the raw, beautiful truth of their connection. It was a surrender not of defeat, but of absolute, burning trust.
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