Karups
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The fire crackled, painting our skin in shifting hues of gold and shadow as his gaze found mine, a silent question hanging in the warm air between us. My breath caught as his fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of my jaw with an almost reverent tenderness. He leaned in, and the world narrowed to the space where our shared warmth mingled, a prelude to the softest sigh against my skin. When his lips finally met mine, it was not a conquest but a slow, exploring conversation, a gentle inquiry that my own mouth answered with trusting surrender. I could taste the faint, sweet hint of wine and the profound, unique flavor of his longing, a heady mixture that made my head spin. Every careful, lingering movement was a whispered promise, a delicate mapping of sensation that set my very soul alight. My hands found their way into his hair, not to pull him closer but to simply feel the reality of this dizzying moment, my fingers tangling in the soft strands. A soft, involuntary sound escaped me, a fragile melody of pure feeling that he caught with his own breath, his embrace tightening just enough to feel like a sanctuary. We were two separate beings dissolving at the edges, blurring into one another with each tender, searching caress. In that suspended, breathless space, I felt utterly known, completely cherished, and more beautifully alive than I had ever thought possible.
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