Girls That Finish The Job
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The golden afternoon light filtered through the canopy, dappling River Lynn’s skin as she moved with a quiet grace that captivated him entirely. Her fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of his jaw, a silent question in her touch that he answered with a slow, reverent blink. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his neck, a soft sigh escaping her lips as he drew her closer, his hand settling on the small of her back. The world narrowed to this single, suspended moment, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and wild jasmine. Every nerve in his body hummed with a profound awareness of her, the way her hair whispered against his cheek, the frantic rhythm of her heart echoing his own. A tear, born of overwhelming tenderness, traced a path down her flushed cheek, and he caught it with his thumb, his own chest aching with a fierce, protective joy. In her eyes, he saw not just desire, but a deep, soulful recognition that left him breathless. Their foreheads touched, a sacred space forming between them where words were unnecessary and feelings flowed freely. It was a surrender not of bodies, but of spirits, an unleashed passion as natural and powerful as the river flowing beside them. In that perfect stillness, he knew he was forever changed, bound to her by an invisible, unbreakable thread of shared heat.
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