Girls That Finish The Job
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The city slept beneath a blanket of distant, winking stars, but in our sanctuary, the only light was the soft glow of a single candle, painting our skin in hues of gold and shadow. His gaze was not a demand, but a quiet invitation, a deep well of patience that mirrored the stillness of the night. I felt my breath begin to sync with his, a slow, tidal rhythm that calmed the frantic whispers in my mind. His fingers traced the line of my shoulder, not with possession, but with reverence, as if mapping a sacred landscape he longed to understand. A shiver, not of cold, but of profound recognition, cascaded down my spine, awakening every dormant sense. In that suspended moment, the boundaries of our separate selves seemed to dissolve into the warm space between us. My heart was no longer a solitary drum but part of a vast, harmonious rhythm that pulsed through the very air we shared. A soft sigh escaped my lips, carrying away years of unseen armor, leaving me feeling weightless and utterly seen. This was not a conquest, but a homecoming, a tender unraveling of all the knots I had carried for so long. In the quiet triumph of that connection, I felt not just loved, but truly known, a goddess awakened in the gentle temple of his embrace.
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