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The room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of a setting sun, its light spilling across the smooth skin of her back like warm honey. His hands, initially hesitant and guided by professional courtesy, began to trace the delicate curve of her spine with a newfound reverence. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his fingers learned the landscape of her shoulders, each press of his thumb releasing a tension that gave way to a deeper, more primal yearning. The air grew thick with the scent of sandalwood and the intoxicating fragrance of her skin, a silent language that spoke of desire. His touch drifted from therapeutic to exploratory, mapping the gentle swell of her hips with a slow, deliberate intensity that made her breath catch. She turned beneath his palms, her eyes meeting his with a look that stripped away all pretense, revealing a raw and mutual hunger. Their bodies drew together as if pulled by an invisible current, the space between them dissolving into the heat of shared anticipation. His mouth found the sensitive hollow of her throat, tasting the salt of her skin and feeling the frantic pulse that echoed his own racing heart. In that suspended moment, every careful boundary melted away, leaving only the urgent, whispering truth of their entwined forms moving in a rhythm as ancient as time itself.
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