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The golden afternoon light dripped like warm honey across the sun-warmed stone of the private terrace, overlooking a sea of terracotta roofs that cascaded toward the distant, shimmering bay. His hand, rough and warm from the day’s explorations, found the delicate curve of her lower back, a possessive and gentle anchor as he drew her agat him. She sighed, a soft sound lost to the breeze carrying the scent of jasmine and distant, baking bread, her head tilting back to expose the long line of her throat. His lips traced a path from her shoulder up to the sensitive spot just below her ear, each kiss a slow, deliberate promise that made her knees feel weak. The crisp linen of his shirt brushed agat her bare arms, a tantalizing contrast to the heat radiating from his skin beneath the fabric. Her own fingers tangled in the dark silk of his hair, pulling him closer, her body arching into the solid strength of his chest as a low murmur of pleasure escaped her. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, the taste of ripe olives and dry wine still on their tongues from lunch, a shared intimacy that was more intoxicating than any vintage. His whispered words, a husky dialect known only to this hillside village, were not just heard but felt, a vibration that traveled straight to her core, awakening a deep, throbbing need. In that suspended moment, with the sun painting their skin in gilded hues, every breath was a synchronized dance, a prelude to the languid, passionate hours that awaited them behind the weathered wooden door.
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