Karups
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The golden afternoon light filtered through the canopy, dappling their skin with shifting constellations of warmth. His gaze, heavy with unspoken longing, traced the delicate line of her shoulder as she turned toward him. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound that seemed to hang in the hushed air between them, charged with a thrilling tension. He slowly lifted a hand, his fingers barely ghosting the curve of her jaw, feeling the frantic pulse flutter beneath her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the exquisite torment of his feather-light touch as it drifted down the column of her throat. Every nerve ending awakened, singing a silent hymn of anticipation that made her breath catch in her chest. He leaned in, his warmth enveloping her, and the world narrowed to the space where their bodies almost met. The scent of sun-warmed skin and summer grass filled her senses, an intoxicating perfume that clouded all rational thought. A shiver, delicious and involuntary, coursed through her as his lips finally brushed against hers in a tender, searching kiss. In that suspended moment, she felt utterly unmoored, adrift in a sea of pure, radiant feeling, completely and blissfully his.
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