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Hayley Bangg, Mr. Pete Pic(s)
The room held its breath as his fingers traced the delicate curve of her spine, a slow, deliberate pilgrimage from the vulnerable nape of her neck down to the gentle swell where her back met the softness below. Each vertebra became a sacred landmark under his touch, a silent cartography of trust and surrender that made her skin hum with anticipation. She arched into his palm, a wordless plea for more, her body speaking a language older than words as a soft sigh escaped her parted lips. The scent of his cologne, warm and woody, mingled with the faint, clean fragrance of her skin, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that was theirs alone. His other hand settled on her hip, possessive yet reverent, his thumb stroking a slow, hypnotic rhythm agat the sensitive flesh there. The thin silk of her chemise whispered agat her thighs as she shifted, the sound impossibly loud in the hushed stillness, a prelude to the yielding of fabric. He leaned in, his breath a warm caress agat her ear, murmuring promises that were felt more than heard, vibrations that traveled straight to her core. Every nerve ending felt alive, strung tight like a violin string waiting for the bow’s first touch, thrumming with a delicious, aching need. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to this single point of contact, a universe contained within the space of his hands on her skin, poised on the exquisite edge of becoming.
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