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The moon painted silver streaks across the silent room, its light catching the curve of your smile as you moved. A whisper of silk sighed against your skin, falling away like a forgotten thought as you stepped closer. Your gaze, heavy with unspoken promises, held mine captive from across the shadowed space. Each deliberate step was a quiet drumbeat in the hushed night, a slow dance of intention that made my breath catch. I could feel the warmth radiating from you before your skin even brushed mine, a tantalizing promise of contact. Your fingers, feather-light, traced a path from my wrist to my elbow, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You leaned in, your breath a soft caress against my neck, and the world narrowed to that single, electrifying point of connection. A soft sigh escaped your lips, a sound more intimate than any words could ever be. In that suspended moment, every carefully built wall within me crumbled into dust, surrendered to your gentle assault. This was not an invasion, but a long-awa homecoming, a silent symphony composed just for us in the dark.
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