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The world narrowed to the intimate pressure building at her most private entrance, a silent promise of the profound connection to come. His thumb, slick with warmed oil, traced a slow, deliberate circle around the tightly furled ring of muscle, coaxing it to relax into his touch. A soft, shuddering sigh escaped her lips as he pressed forward with an exquisite slowness that felt both like an invasion and a homecoming. Every nerve ending awoke, singing a chorus of sensation that started at that single point of contact and radiated outwards in warm, liquid waves. The initial resistance gave way to a yielding embrace, a deep, internal welcome that made her gasp into the crook of his arm. He moved with a patient, rhythmic certainty, each gentle thrust stretching her capacity for pleasure in a way that was almost unbearably intense. The feeling of being filled so completely, so intimately, blurred the lines between their separate bodies, merging them into one pulsing entity. Her own arousal pooled hot and heavy between her thighs, a throbbing counterpoint to the deep, internal rhythm he established. It was a journey into a hidden core of sensation, a masterful exploration that left her utterly breathless and completely possessed.