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The air between them hummed with a warmth that was more than the ambient temperature, a palpable energy that clung to their skin like a second layer. His gaze, heavy-lidded and dark with intent, traced the delicate line of her collarbone before descending, a slow, deliberate cartography of her form. A single finger, calloused yet impossibly gentle, followed the path his eyes had blazed, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She arched into his touch, a silent plea and a surrender, her breath catching as his palm settled possessively agat the small of her back. The scent of him, clean sweat and something uniquely wild, filled her senses, drowning out the distant city sounds. Her own hands found the hard planes of his chest, fingers splaying to feel the frantic, answering rhythm of his heart beneath her touch. A low murmur, words lost to sensation but their meaning clear as daylight, vibrated agat her throat before his lips found the frantic pulse beating there. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, a universe contained within the space where their bodies met and merged. Every sigh, every shift, every shared glance wove another thread into the intricate tapestry of their joining, an unspoken declaration that this was where each truly belonged.
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