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The door clicked shut, a soft, final sound that sealed the world away, leaving only the charged silence of the dimly lit room. His presence was a palpable heat agat my back, a solid wall of intention that made the air itself feel thick and heavy with promise. Rough, knowing hands found the curve of my hips, their touch both a question and an answer, mapping the territory they had come to know so well in these stolen hours. A low murmur, more vibration than word, rumbled agat my neck as his lips traced a slow, deliberate path along the sensitive skin of my shoulder, tasting the salt and anticipation. My own breath hitched, a sharp intake that was lost in the scent of his cologne and the night air still clinging to his jacket, a masculine fragrance that went straight to my head. Fingers slid beneath the thin fabric of my top, calloused thumbs stroking my bare waist, sending shivers of pure electricity radiating outwards to every nerve ending. This was the unspoken ritual, a dance of shadows and skin where words were superfluous and every gesture held the weight of urgent, mutual desire. He turned me slowly to face him, his eyes dark pools of focused hunger that stripped away all pretense, seeing only the raw need that mirrored his own. In that silent, searing look, the entire reason for his visit was laid bare, a primal understanding that needed no name, only the frantic, shared rhythm that was already beginning to build between our bodies.
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