Karups
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The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the room, painting your skin in hues of gold and warmth. His gaze was a tangible caress, a slow, deliberate study that made the air itself feel heavy and sweet. My fingers traced the line of his jaw, feeling the gentle tension there, a silent conversation of want and wonder. A soft sigh escaped my lips as his hand found the small of my back, pulling me closer until I could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart against my own. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, this breathless space where only we existed. Every whisper against my neck was a promise, a delicate secret shared in the growing twilight. I leaned into his strength, my hands tangling in his hair, anchoring myself to the dizzying sensation of falling and being caught simultaneously. The scent of his skin, of warm linen and something uniquely him, filled my senses, intoxicating and familiar. In his eyes, I saw not just desire, but a profound, aching tenderness that made my soul tremble. This was not mere passion, but a slow, beautiful unraveling, a dance of trust and yearning that left me utterly, completely his.
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