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Her soft, round curves pressed against him with a warmth that felt like coming home, her dark eyes holding a question that needed no words. The air thickened with the scent of sandalwood and her own sweet, womanly heat, drawing him into a spell of pure longing. He traced the gentle slope of her shoulder, his fingertips memorizing the topography of her body as a slow, shared breath bound them together. Her fingers found the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, and the world narrowed to the pulse of her desire against his lips. She knelt with a reverence that made his heart ache, her gaze never leaving his, a silent promise of devotion in the dim light. The first brush of her mouth was a whisper, a question answered by the tremor that ran through his entire being. Her lips moved with an artistry that spoke of old intimacy, each caress a verse in a poem only they could write. The heat of her breath, the silken glide of her tongue, built a crescendo of pleasure that hummed through his veins like sacred music. He tangled his fingers in her dark, flowing hair, anchoring himself to the earth as waves of raw, unspoken connection crashed over him. In that sacred, hushed moment, their bodies spoke a language older than words, and the universe seemed to hold its breath in perfect, aching harmony.
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