Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes dancing in the warm, still air. His fingers, feather-light, traced the delicate line of her collarbone, a whisper of a touch that made her breath catch. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the exquisite tension building between them, a silent language of promise. His lips found the sensitive hollow of her throat, not a kiss but a soft, lingering warmth that sent shivers cascading down her spine. Every nerve ending felt alive, hyper-aware of the scant space separating their bodies. A soft sigh escaped her, a sound of pure, unguarded feeling that hung in the quiet room. He smiled against her skin, a slow, knowing curve of his mouth that spoke of shared secrets and patient anticipation. The world outside the window ceased to exist, narrowed to this single, breathless point of connection. Her hands came up to cradle his face, her thumbs stroking the line of his jaw with a tenderness that made his heart ache. In that suspended moment, the gentle art of their mutual unraveling was the only truth that mattered.
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