Evilangel
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The air itself seemed to pulse with a latent heat, thick with the scent of sun-warmed leather and distant orange blossoms. His approach was not a sound but a vibration, a slow, deliberate rhythm that resonated through the stone floor beneath her bare feet. When his shadow fell over her, it was not a cold absence of light but a tangible pressure, a cloak of focused intensity. She felt the coarse weave of his shirt agat her back before his hands even touched her, a whisper of rough texture promising a greater roughness to come. One calloused palm settled on the curve of her hip, its heat branding her through the thin silk of her dress, a possessive anchor that stilled the frantic flutter in her chest. His other hand rose to cradle her jaw, the thumb stroking her lower lip with a touch so faint it was almost a memory, yet it sent a shiver cascading down her spine. He leaned in, and his breath, warm and carrying the faint, smoky taste of aged wine, ghosted across her skin, a prelude to a kiss that had not yet been claimed. In the profound silence, the only sound was the low, guttural murmur that rumbled from his chest, a wordless language of desire that spoke of conquered lands and untamed passions. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the inevitable tide of sensation, knowing this was not an invitation but a destiny, as certain and commanding as the arid wind sweeping down from the sierra.
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