Girls That Finish The Job
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The moon cast a silver path across the rumpled silk sheets, illuminating the quiet intimacy of the room. His gaze was a physical warmth, tracing the delicate curve of her smile as she leaned into his solid frame. A gentle sigh escaped her lips, a sound softer than the whisper of their intertwined fingers. He slowly brought her hand to his chest, letting her feel the frantic, rhythmic drumming of his heart against her palm. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation of his breath ghosting across her neck, a promise spoken without words. Every slight tremble of her body was an unspoken verse in the poetry they were creating together. The world outside their sanctuary ceased to exist, leaving only the hushed language of shared breaths and lingering touches. In that suspended moment, a profound vulnerability bloomed into a fierce, protective tenderness. He saw the universe reflected in her glistening eyes, a depth of feeling that stole his breath away. This was not a conquest, but a homecoming, a silent symphony of two souls finally, completely, unleashed.
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