The door swung inward on silent hinges, framing a tableau of tangled limbs and whispered heat. Moonlight, a pale voyeur, spilled across the bed, illuminating the curve of a spine arched in pleasure and the powerful shoulders of the man moving above her. The air was thick with the scent of their union, a musky perfume of sweat and something sweetly floral from the sheets. A low, throaty moan escaped her lips, a sound he swallowed with a deep, claiming kiss as his hands roamed the familiar landscape of her body. Every shift of their bodies was a silent conversation, a language of need spoken through grasping fingers and the slick slide of skin on skin. The rhythm was a primal drumbeat, the headboard tapping a faint, frantic counterpoint agat the wall. She was lost in the sensation, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back, her world narrowed to the exquisite friction building deep within her. He murmured something unintelligible agat her neck, a hot promise that made her gasp and clutch him closer. It was a private symphony of desire, utterly consuming, until a sliver of light from the hallway fell across the bed and a shadow froze in the doorway.
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