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The memory of their encounter unfolded in his mind like a forbidden film, each frame saturated with a heat that prickled his skin. Her voice had been a low, husky trument, weaving promises through the dimly lit room as her fingers traced the line of his jaw. The scent of her perfume, something dark and floral like night-blooming jasmine, clung to the air between them, a tangible presence. He remembered the deliberate slowness with which she had unbuttoned her blouse, the fabric whispering a secret as it slid from her shoulders. The sight of her bare skin in the lamplight was a landscape of soft curves and tantalizing shadows, inviting his touch. A single strap slipped down her arm, and she leaned into him, her breath warm agat his ear as she murmured something that made his blood thrum. The pressure of her thigh agat his was an electric current, a silent language of intent that needed no translation. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to the space where their bodies almost met, charged with an anticipation so thick it was a taste on his tongue. He knew then that this was more than a memory; it was a blueprint for a hunger that would not be ignored.
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