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The last amber glow of sunset bled through the window, casting long, dancing shadows across the room as Scarlett moved. Her eyes, dark pools of smoldering intent, held his with a vulnerability that made his breath catch. Every shift of her hips was a whispered promise, a slow, deliberate rhythm that spoke of a deep, aching hunger. She arched her back, a silent plea answered by his hands finding the delicate curve of her waist, his touch both an anchor and a release. A soft sigh escaped her lips, lost in the charged space between their labored breaths as the world outside their sanctuary ceased to exist. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, a tender counterpoint to the fierce, rolling tempo of their bodies moving as one. She surrendered completely to the sensation, her head falling back as waves of pure feeling washed over her, each one erasing a piece of the distance between them. In that suspended moment, there was no past or future, only the profound, trembling truth of their connection. It was a silent conversation of skin and soul, a desperate, beautiful climb toward a shared, shattering zenith. And as she melted against him, a single, perfect tear traced a path down her flushed cheek, a testament to an emotion too vast for words.
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