Girls That Finish The Job
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The world narrowed to the space between them, where the air hummed with unspoken promises. His gaze, heavy and warm, traced the delicate line of her collarbone as she slowly arched her back, a silent invitation. A single finger, feather-light, journeyed from her temple down the curve of her jaw, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation, her breath catching as his lips brushed the sensitive skin just below her ear. Every whisper was a secret shared, every shared glance a universe being built just for them. The scent of night-blooming jasmine wove through the room, intoxicating and sweet, mingling with the warmth of his skin. Her fingers tangled gently in his hair, not pulling, but holding, a tender anchor in the rising tide of feeling. A soft sigh escaped her, a sound of pure, unguarded emotion that made his heart clench with a fierce, protective ache. In that suspended moment, time itself seemed to bend, stretching to hold the profound tenderness unfolding between them. This was the sacred prelude, a silent symphony composed of shared breaths and trembling touches.
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