Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the air with a haze of gold dust. His hand, a whisper against her jaw, tilted her face towards his as if offering a silent prayer. Their eyes met, holding a universe of unspoken promises in that single, breathless moment before the distance vanished. The first touch of his lips was not a capture, but a question, a soft and searching pressure that she answered with a sigh that melted into his. Time itself seemed to thicken and slow, each second stretching into a tender eternity as they learned the landscape of each other's mouths. Her fingers traced the line of his shoulder, feeling the solid warmth of him anchor her to the spinning world. There was no urgency, only the slow, deliberate art of discovery, a gentle tasting and yielding that spoke of profound reverence. A soft sound, half hum and half whimper, escaped her throat, vibrating between them like a shared secret. The scent of his skin, clean and faintly of rain, filled her senses, weaving a cocoon of intimacy around their entwined forms. In that lingering kiss, they were not two people, but a single, breathing entity, speaking a language older than words with every tender, unhurried caress.
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