Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The moon cast a silvery path across the rumpled sheets, illuminating the quiet space where two souls had become one. His fingers traced the delicate curve of her shoulder, a whisper of a touch that sent a cascade of shivers down her spine. She arched into his palm, a silent plea for more, her own hands mapping the strong, steady plane of his back. Their breaths mingled, a warm, shared rhythm that was the only sound in the hushed room. Every glance was a conversation, every sigh a confession more profound than words could ever be. He lowered his head, his lips finding the frantic pulse at the base of her throat, and she felt a molten heat bloom deep within her core. The world outside their embrace ceased to exist, time stretching and bending to the cadence of their hearts. A soft moan escaped her as his mouth finally found hers in a kiss that tasted of salt and sweet surrender. In that suspended moment, there was no past or future, only the overwhelming, terrifying beauty of being completely known. They moved together in a slow, ancient dance, each touch a new verse in a poem they were writing with their bodies.
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