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The heavy velvet drapes swallowed the city’s lights, leaving only the amber glow from the bathroom to carve our shadows agat the wall, a single, undulating form. His fingers, cool from the condensation on his whiskey glass, traced a deliberate path from the hollow of my throat down to the frantic pulse at my wrist, a silent question. My answer was the arch of my spine, a wordless plea that pressed me deeper into the crisp linen sheets, their starched scent mingling with the salt on our skin. The air itself felt thick, charged with the unspoken history between us, every whispered confession and sharp retort now fueling this raw collision. I could taste the faint bitterness of his drink on his tongue, a sharp contrast to the lingering sweetness of mine, a duality that defined our every encounter. His mouth found the sensitive curve of my neck, not with softness, but with a possessive hunger that drew a gasp from my lips, a sound that seemed to hang in the silent room. The weight of him was an anchor, pinning me to the present moment, to the exquisite friction of our bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time yet entirely new. Every nerve ending felt alight, a constellation of sensation mapping the places where we were joined, a desperate, perfect friction. In that suspended hour, high above the sleeping world, we were not two people but a single storm of need and surrender, twisting the very fabric of the night.
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