Karups
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The evening air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked jasmine, clinging to our skin as we stood in the soft glow of the lamplight. His fingers, trembling slightly, traced the delicate silver links resting against my collarbone, each touch a silent question. I leaned into his palm, my eyes closing as I felt the cool metal and the warmth of his skin create a perfect, shivering contrast. A soft sigh escaped my lips, not of words, but of pure feeling, a sound that seemed to hang in the space between us. He drew me closer then, his arm a solid anchor around my waist, and I felt the frantic rhythm of his heart echoing my own. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, to the whisper of his breath stirring my hair and the intoxicating scent of him filling my senses. Every nerve ending awoke, alight with a current that was both terrifying and sublime, a slow, building storm of anticipation. I tilted my head back, offering him the vulnerable line of my throat, a gesture of absolute trust and surrender. In his dark eyes, I saw not just desire, but a profound, aching wonder that mirrored the emotion swelling within my own chest. This was more than a moment; it was a promise, written not on paper, but on the very air we breathed.
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