Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes dancing in the still air. His approach was not a demand but a question, a silent whisper of intention that made her breath catch. She felt the warmth of his hand before it ever touched her, a phantom heat that raised goosebumps along her arm. When his fingers finally traced the line of her jaw, it was with a reverence that felt like a confession. Her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the wave of sensation that simple contact unleashed. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a fragile sound that seemed to hang between them, full of unspoken promises. He leaned in, his forehead gently resting against hers, their shared breath creating a private, intimate universe. In that suspended moment, every nerve ending sang with a dizzying, electric anticipation. The world outside the window ceased to exist, its noises fading into a distant, irrelevant hum. This was no hurried collision, but a slow, deliberate unraveling of two souls, a journey beginning with a single, breathtaking touch.
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