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The elevator doors slid shut, enclosing them in a silent, humming world of their own. His gaze, warm and appreciative, traced the line of her dress, while her eyes boldly admired the cut of his jacket, a silent, charged conversation passing between them. Later, under a blanket of stars on the cool rooftop, her fingers brushed his arm in a fleeting, deliberate caress that sent a jolt of pure lightning through his entire being. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips as she confessed she was not entirely free, yet her words hinted at a thrilling, forbidden possibility. The air itself seemed to thicken with promise as they found their way to his room, the door clicking shut on the outside world. The first touch was an electric reunion, as if their bodies were remembering a dance learned in a past life, full of fervent and unspoken recognition. His hands, strong and sure, mapped the landscape of her back with a possessive tenderness that made her breath catch in her throat. She met his intensity with her own, a commanding fire in her eyes that both challenged and surrendered, weaving a tapestry of shared yearning. Every sigh against his skin, every shuddering breath was a whispered secret, a profound emotional exchange that transcended mere physicality. In that quiet, dim sanctuary, they were not strangers, but two souls rediscovering a passion that time had never managed to erode.
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