Webyoung
Emily Willis, Marykate Moss Pic(s)
The space between them, once a chasm of silence and misunderstanding, now hummed with the palpable energy of their rediscovery. His calloused palm, rough from years of labor, found the impossibly soft curve of her waist, a contrast that sent a shiver through them both. Her breath hitched, a soft gasp lost agat the column of his throat as she leaned into the solid warmth of his body. The scent of him—clean sweat and old leather—flooded her senses, an intoxicating perfume that whispered of forgotten intimacies. Fingertips traced the familiar path of his spine, relearning the landscape of muscle and bone beneath heated skin. He buried his face in her hair, his lips brushing her temple in a gesture so tender it ached, speaking volumes more than any apology ever could. A low groan rumbled in his chest as her hips pressed agat his, a slow, deliberate movement that ignited a fire long thought extinguished. In the dim light, their eyes met, and the years of separation melted away, leaving only the raw, unvarnished truth of their longing. This was not a beginning, but a homecoming, a sacred convergence of two fractured halves finally becoming whole again.
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