Karups
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The golden afternoon light spilled through the window, catching the dust motes dancing around them like tiny, suspended stars. He stood so close she could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, a silent promise that made her breath catch. Her fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of his jaw, learning its landscape with a tender, newfound reverence. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing as a soft sigh escaped his lips, a sound of pure, unguarded surrender. The world outside, with its distant city hum, faded into an indistinct blur, leaving only the sanctuary of this quiet room. She rose onto her toes, her forehead gently resting against his, sharing the same air, the same frantic heartbeat thrumming between them. His hands settled on her waist, a steady, anchoring pressure that felt both possessive and profoundly safe. In that suspended moment, every unspoken word and hidden longing swelled into a palpable force, thick and sweet as honey. The space between their lips vanished, not in a rush, but in a slow, deliberate convergence that felt like a homecoming. It was a silent conversation of breath and movement, a tender exploration that set her very soul alight, unleashing a tide of passion she had always carried within.
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