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A low fire crackled in the hearth, its amber light licking across the contours of two bodies tangled in silk. His gaze was not on the woman beneath him, but fixed upon the doorway where I stood, a silent witness. Every slow, deliberate stroke of his hips was a performance meant for my eyes alone, a cruel demonstration of a pleasure I could not share. The air grew thick with the scent of their union, a heady mixture of warm skin and salt. A single bead of perspiration traced a path down the sculpted valley of his back, catching the firelight like a liquid jewel before disappearing into the damp sheet. Her muffled cry was not one of passion but of raw, unadulterated sensation, a sound that vibrated deep within my own bones. I could feel the phantom pressure of his hands on my hips, the ghost of a kiss that belonged to another. My own skin prickled with a desperate, aching heat, a hollow echo of the intimacy unfolding just beyond my reach. This was a feast laid out before a starving soul, each sigh and shudder a deliberate turn of the knife.
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