Girls That Finish The Job
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The city slept under a blanket of stars, but in the quiet of her apartment, Octavia was vividly awake, her world narrowed to the space between them. His gaze was a tangible warmth that seeped into her skin, erasing every thought but the next breath. A slow dance began without music, his fingers tracing a hesitant path from her wrist to her shoulder, leaving a trail of delicate fire. She leaned into his touch, her head tilting back as a soft sigh escaped her lips, a silent permission granted. He moved closer, his breath a warm caress against her neck, and she felt her composure unravel like a silken ribbon. The air itself grew heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and their shared, unspoken yearning. Every brush of his lips against her temple was a whispered promise, a language older than words. She felt her hands slide up his back, feeling the solid strength there, a anchor in the rising tide of her emotion. In that suspended moment, time ceased its relentless march, holding them in a perfect, breathless equilibrium. This was not a capture, but a mutual surrender, a desire finally, and beautifully, unleashed.
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