Girls That Finish The Job
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The final embers in the hearth cast a dancing, amber glow across the room, painting our skin in fleeting shadows and warm light. His hand, calloused and sure, found the delicate curve of my neck, his thumb tracing a slow, hypnotic rhythm against my pulse. A shiver, delicious and unbidden, cascaded down my spine as I leaned into his solid strength, my own fingers tangling in the soft fabric of his shirt. Our breaths mingled, becoming one ragged, shared song in the hushed silence between us. He lowered his forehead to mine, his eyes holding a universe of unspoken promises that made my heart ache with a beautiful, sharp intensity. I could feel the frantic beat of his heart echoing my own, a wild drumming against my palm as I splayed my hand over his chest. His lips finally found mine in a kiss that was not a question, but a profound and tender answer to every silent longing I had ever harbored. The world outside this room, with its cold logic and sharp edges, simply melted away, leaving only the scent of his skin and the warmth of his embrace. A soft sigh escaped me, a sound of pure surrender, as he gathered me closer, his arms a sanctuary from which I never wished to depart. In that suspended moment, we were not two separate beings, but a single, breathing entity, utterly consumed by a feeling too vast for words.
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