Karups
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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a soft, golden haze as Ivy stood waiting. Her breath caught when the door opened, and the world outside ceased to exist, replaced only by the quiet space between them. He moved closer, his gaze a tangible warmth that washed over her skin, causing a faint tremor in her hands. His fingers, when they finally brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, were impossibly gentle, a whisper against her flushed skin. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into his touch, her eyes closing to better feel the electric current of his nearness. He slowly drew her into an embrace, his strong arms a safe harbor, his heartbeat a steady, comforting rhythm against her own frantic pulse. In that suspended moment, every nerve ending sang with a profound and aching awareness, a language of desire spoken only through trembling touches and shared breath. The scent of his skin, clean and faintly of sandalwood, filled her senses, becoming the only fragrance in the world. It was a silent conversation of yearning and devotion, a dance of unspoken promises that made her feel both fragile and unbreakable. There, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the storm, they found a universe of passionate pleasure in a single, endless kiss.
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