Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The fading sun bled gold and violet across the silk sheets, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to move with the rhythm of their quiet breaths. His gaze, heavy-lidded and intense, held hers as if it were the only anchor in the softly darkening room. A single finger traced the delicate line of her collarbone, a whisper of a touch that sent a visible tremor through her. She arched into the contact, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her own hands found the strong plane of his back, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. The air itself grew thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the intoxicating electricity of their proximity. Every slight shift, every shared glance, was a silent conversation more profound than any words could ever be. He leaned in, his forehead gently resting against hers, their breath mingling in the tiny space between them. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the frantic beating of two hearts syncopating against each other. A slow, knowing smile curved her mouth as she surrendered to the overwhelming tide of feeling, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. This was a language written not with sounds, but with shivers and longing looks, a beautiful, unspoken promise.
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