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Her lace-clad curves caught the dim lamplight like silk wrapping a secret, and the ink etched along her spine told stories only his fingertips had learned to read. He watched the delicate sway of her hips as she balanced on those black heels, each step a measured promise that tightened the air between them. A strand of dark hair escaped her shoulder, and the way she tucked it behind her ear felt like an invitation whispered directly into his bloodstream. The heat of her presence reached him before she did, a slow tide of warmth that made his collar feel suddenly, deliciously tight. She turned, and the hunger in his gaze met the knowing glitter of her eyes, a silent acknowledgment that this longing had been building long before this room. Her breath came in soft, unhurried waves, and he imagined each exhale as a thread weaving itself into the fabric of his restraint. The tattoo on her thigh shifted as she crossed her legs, a hidden map that promised territory he ached to explore with reverent hands. He reached out, not to touch, but to hover, letting the space between their skin hum with the electricity of almost. Her lips parted on a sigh, and the sound was a key turning in a lock he hadn’t known he’d been waiting to open. In that suspended moment, desire was no longer a feeling but a gravity, pulling them into a slow, inevitable orbit where pleasure was merely the first word of a longer story.
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