Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the room, painting her skin in hues of warmth and anticipation. His gaze, heavy with unspoken longing, traced the delicate line of her collarbone as she turned toward him. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound that seemed to hang in the air between them, charged with a decade of silent yearning. He slowly lifted a hand, his fingers barely ghosting the curve of her jaw, feeling the frantic pulse beneath his touch. She leaned into his palm, her eyes closing as a shiver traced its way down her spine, awakening every nerve. The world outside their quiet space dissolved into an indistinct haze, leaving only the scent of her perfume and the sound of their shared, unsteady breaths. He watched the delicate flutter of her eyelids, a silent testament to the emotion swelling within her chest, a feeling so vast it threatened to overflow. Her own hands found their way to his shoulders, her touch both a question and an answer, anchoring them in this fragile, new reality. In that suspended moment, every gentle press of skin against skin felt like a whispered secret, a promise of profound connection. They moved together in a slow, wordless dance, two souls finally bridging the quiet distance that had always kept them apart.
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