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The room seemed to shrink, the air thickening with the scent of jasmine and warm skin as her fingers, tentative as a first breath, traced the delicate line from my collarbone to the frantic pulse at my throat. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound that was both question and answer, before she leaned in, her mouth finding mine not with force, but with a slow, searching hunger that made my knees weaken. I could taste the faint sweetness of wine on her tongue, a flavor that became my own as the kiss deepened, our bodies swaying into one another as if pulled by an invisible tide. Her hands slid down my back, palms flat and possessive, pressing me closer until I could feel the firm outline of her hips agat mine, a silent promise of the rhythm to come. The simple cotton of my shirt felt like a prison, and I arched into her, a silent plea that she understood, her fingers finding the lowest button and slipping it free with agonizing slowness. Cool air whispered across my newly bared stomach, a sharp contrast to the heat blooming everywhere our skin made contact, a heat that pooled low and heavy in my core. She lowered her head, her lips leaving a trail of fire along my jaw, down my neck, each kiss a brand that claimed me more thoroughly than any words could. I tangled my hands in her hair, the strands like silk agat my skin, pulling her closer still, wanting to erase every millimeter of space that remained between us. In that suspended moment, there was only the shared warmth, the synchronicity of our breathing, and the thrilling, terrifying certainty that a line was being crossed from which there would be no return.
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