Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, a distant galaxy that paled against the quiet universe of this room. His thumb traced a slow, deliberate arc across her lower lip, a question asked without a single word. Her breath hitched, a soft, surrendering sound lost in the gentle drumming of the storm against the glass. She leaned into his touch, her forehead resting against his, feeling the frantic rhythm of her own heart echo in the space between them. His hands, warm and sure, slid from her waist to the small of her back, drawing her into a closeness that felt both new and achingly familiar. A shiver, not from cold but from a profound, blooming warmth, cascaded down her spine as she tangled her fingers in his hair. The air itself grew thick with the scent of rain and his skin, a fragrance that made her head spin with a dizzying longing. In his eyes, she saw not just desire, but a deep, reverent recognition that unraveled her completely. Every guarded part of her soul felt seen, cherished, and utterly set free in that silent, breathless exchange. This was not an end, but a beautiful, terrifying, and magnificent beginning.
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