Girls That Finish The Job
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The moon cast a silver path across the silent room, illuminating the delicate curve of her smile as his fingers traced the line of her jaw. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound sweeter than any melody, as he leaned closer, his breath a warm caress against her skin. The world outside ceased to exist, its noises fading into a distant hum, leaving only the frantic, hopeful rhythm of their hearts beating in unison. He watched the constellations shift in the depths of her eyes, feeling as if he were discovering a new universe with every shared glance. Her hands, trembling slightly, came to rest upon his chest, anchoring her to the dizzying precipice of this moment. Every nerve in his body was alive, hyper-aware of the intoxicating warmth radiating from her, a silent promise that pulled him deeper. The air grew thick with unspoken words, with a longing so profound it felt like a physical ache in his soul. In that suspended silence, a single tear traced a path down her cheek, not of sorrow, but of overwhelming, terrifying joy. He gently caught it with his thumb, his own emotions a turbulent sea held barely in check. And as their lips finally met, it was not a conquest, but a homecoming, a silent vow of possession that set them both irrevocably free.
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