Karups
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The evening air was thick with the scent of jasmine and distant rain, clinging to our skin like a whispered promise. His fingers traced the line of my collarbone with a reverence that made my breath catch, a silent conversation spoken only through touch. I closed my eyes, feeling the steady, strong drum of his heart against my palm, a rhythm that steadied my own fluttering pulse. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, this shared warmth that bloomed deep within my chest. A soft sigh escaped my lips as he leaned his forehead against mine, our shared breath creating a private universe in the space between us. In his gaze, I saw not just desire, but a profound admiration that made me feel both powerful and utterly cherished. Every gentle press of his hand on the small of my back was a question, and my yielding was the only answer I could give. The rustle of leaves in the warm breeze seemed to echo the thrilling tremor running through my veins. This was not a surrender, but a discovery, an awakening to a part of myself I never knew was sleeping. In the quiet intimacy of that twilight, I felt truly seen, a goddess unveiled in the gentle sanctuary of his arms.
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