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The cool leather embraced her skin like a second shadow, each strap a deliberate promise of confinement that made her pulse flutter wildly. His knuckles brushed the small of her back as he secured the final buckle, the fleeting touch a spark that traveled straight to her core. A low murmur, more vibration than word, rumbled from his chest and seeped into her bones, commanding absolute stillness. The pressure was firm and unyielding, holding her in a perfect, vulnerable arch that exposed the delicate column of her throat to his gaze. She could feel the weight of his attention, a palpable heat that traced the lines of her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Every slight shift of her restrained limbs sent a fresh wave of sensation crashing through her, a delicious friction between surrender and anticipation. The air itself grew thick, heavy with the scent of his cologne and the intoxicating aroma of her own arousal. Her world had narrowed to this singular point of exquisite tension, where every breath was a shared commodity and time seemed to stretch into an endless, breathless moment. This was not a prison, but a sacred space where every restriction only served to heighten the overwhelming freedom of complete abandon.
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