The air in the room grew thick with the scent of jasmine and slow, deliberate breath. Her gaze, dark and liquid, held mine from across the space, a silent question that coiled deep in my belly. She moved first, a whisper of silk and intent, her fingers finding the pulse at my wrist as if it were a map to a hidden country. The first touch of her lips to my neck was not a kiss but a slow, searing brand that melted my resolve into honeyed warmth. I felt the soft weight of her breast press agat my arm, a yielding firmness that made my own skin ache with anticipation. My hands slid up the smooth plane of her back, learning the delicate architecture of her spine beneath the heat of her skin. A low murmur escaped her, a vibration agat my throat that was both permission and command, and my mouth found hers in a deep, searching exploration. The world narrowed to the slick heat of our tongues meeting, to the desperate clutch of her hands in my hair, to the shared rhythm of our hips beginning a slow, ancient dance. In that suspended moment, there was only the exquisite friction of our bodies, a perfect, rising tension promising a shattering release.
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