Victoria Peaks
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Her glasses slipped down her nose as she tilted her head back, the afternoon sun catching the curve of her throat like honey on warm skin. The ink on her shoulder seemed to ripple with every slow breath, a secret map of her wilder hours, and I traced it with my eyes before daring to touch. Beneath the loose cotton of her shirt, the heavy swell of her breasts moved with a lazy, knowing rhythm that made my mouth go dry with longing. She laughed softly, a low sound that vibrated through the humid air, and the heat between us became a tangible thing, thick as summer storm clouds. My fingers found the hem of her sleeve, brushing the soft, plush flesh of her arm, and she did not pull away—instead, she leaned into the current of my desire. The grass beneath us was cool and damp, a gentle counterpoint to the fever building in my chest, and I could feel her pulse quickening through the fabric of her jeans. She removed her glasses then, folding them with deliberate slowness, and the raw, unguarded look she gave me was an invitation that needed no words. I lowered my mouth to the hollow of her collarbone, tasting salt and sunshine, and her gasp was a small, desperate prayer against my ear. Her hands found the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and the world dissolved into the scent of her skin and the weight of her breath. When she finally whispered my name, it was not a question but a surrender, and I answered with the slow, aching press of my lips to hers, letting the moment swallow us whole.
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