Karups
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The fire cast long, dancing shadows across the room, painting her silhouette in hues of gold and amber. She moved with a liquid grace, a slow, deliberate stretch that arched her back like a sun-warmed cat. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and dark, held his with a silent, potent question, making the air thick with unspoken longing. A soft, contented hum escaped her lips as she leaned closer, the sound a gentle vibration in the scant space between them. Her fingers, light as whispers, traced the line of his jaw, leaving a trail of fire on his skin. He could feel the warmth radiating from her, a magnetic pull that drew him into her orbit, his own breath catching in his chest. She nuzzled into the hollow of his throat, her scent of jasmine and night air clouding his senses completely. In that suspended moment, every touch was a language, every sigh a sonnet, weaving a tapestry of exquisite tension. The world outside the flickering light ceased to exist, leaving only this intimate universe of shared breath and racing hearts. It was a silent, purring promise of a love both tender and wild.
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