Wicked
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The gentle cadence of his breathing filled the quiet space between them, a rhythm that seemed to sync with the quiet thrum of her own pulse. Her fingers traced the delicate landscape of his collarbone, mapping the subtle ridges and valleys with a reverence that spoke volumes. Each touch was a whispered question, and the soft sigh that escaped his lips was the only answer she needed. The warmth of his skin seeped into her palm, a comforting heat that promised safety and something far more intoxicating. She leaned closer, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, feeling the fine hairs stand in anticipation. The scent of him—clean linen and something uniquely, fundamentally *him*—wrapped around her senses, pulling her deeper into this intimate cocoon. In the dim light, she watched the guarded shadows in his eyes soften and finally melt away, revealing a raw vulnerability that made her heart clench. It was a surrender, a silent offering of everything he had kept hidden and protected for so long. In that profound stillness, she knew she wasn’t just touching a man, but finally, truly reaching the soul that resided within.
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