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The golden afternoon light spilled through the tall windows, catching in the dust motes that danced like tiny fairies around their entangled forms. His hands, broad and sure, traced the delicate architecture of her spine, a slow, deliberate pilgrimage from the elegant curve of her neck down to the gentle swell of her hips. A soft, breathy sigh escaped her lips as his fingers learned the landscape of her body, mapping every dip and plane with a reverence that felt like worship. The air grew thick with the scent of warm skin and the faint, clean aroma of the studio’s clay, a primal perfume that made her head spin. She arched into his touch, a silent plea for more, her own hands finding the powerful cords of muscle across his shoulders, feeling the contained strength there. His mouth found the sensitive hollow of her throat, and the world narrowed to that single point of contact, a spark that ignited a slow, smoldering fire in her belly. Every whisper of skin agat skin was a sentence in a language only their bodies understood, a dialogue of desire building to a fever pitch. The quiet of the room was broken only by their ragged breathing and the soft rustle of shifting limbs, a symphony of intimacy that needed no other music. In that suspended moment, they were the only two people in existence, cast not in plaster but in the molten gold of shared, unspoken yearning.
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