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The humid air clung to the skin like a second, salty layer, thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and distant, percussive music. His hands, calloused and warm, found the yielding curve of her waist, pressing her back agat the cool, stucco wall of the dimly lit alley. A low, guttural sound escaped his throat as her body molded to his, a perfect, breathless fit that made the city’s distant pulse fade into nothing. Her head fell back, exposing the long line of her neck to the whisper of his lips, a trail of fire following the path of a stray bead of sweat. The rough texture of the wall scraped gently agat her bare shoulders, a delicious friction that contrasted with the slick heat building between them. Fingers tangled in damp hair, pulling just enough to draw a sharp, wanting gasp that was swallowed by the hungry pressure of his mouth. Every movement was a slow, deliberate compression, a merging of forms under the watchful, orange glow of a single balcony light. The world narrowed to the shared rhythm of their breathing, the slide of fabric, the profound, aching pressure of two bodies becoming one. In that suspended moment, there was only the primal language of touch, a silent, urgent conversation written upon the skin.
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