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Silvia Saige, Charles Dera Pic(s)
The air in the room grew thick with the scent of their mingled heat, a primal perfume that clung to the stillness. His hands, large and sure, found the elegant curve of her spine, tracing a slow, deliberate path downward as she arched into his touch like a willow in a warm breeze. A soft, breathy sigh escaped her lips, a sound that was both surrender and invitation, swallowed by the hungry pressure of his mouth meeting hers. The world narrowed to the slick, hot slide of skin agat skin, a friction that built with each rolling shift of their hips. Fingertips pressed into yielding flesh, leaving temporary marks that mapped a story of urgent possession. The only light caught the sheen of perspiration on their bodies, glistening on the taut plane of his back and the soft swell of her breast. Every sense was amplified—the taste of salt on a collarbone, the low groan vibrating deep within his chest, the sight of her head tilting back in ecstasy. It was a silent, desperate dance, a building rhythm that promised a shattering conclusion just beyond the next gasped breath. In that suspended moment, nothing existed but the raw, beautiful truth of their connection, a perfect, wordless language of desire.
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