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The fading afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet bedroom, each second a precious, stolen coin. His gaze, intense and smoldering, held hers as his hands found the hem of her dress, a silent question in his touch. A soft, shuddering breath escaped her lips as cool air whispered against her skin, the simple act feeling profoundly intimate. He drew her close, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her dress, a stark contrast to the chill of her exposed vulnerability. His heartbeat thrummed against her palm, a wild, frantic rhythm that mirrored the anxious flutter in her own chest. Every brush of his fingers was a brand, a promise etched into her very soul, a memory to be cherished in the lonely hours to come. She melted into his embrace, her body arching instinctively, seeking the solid comfort of his form, drowning in the scent of his skin. A soft, desperate sound caught in her throat, a mixture of pleasure and the acute pain of their impending separation. This clandestine moment, wrapped in golden light and shared breath, was a bittersweet elixir of longing and fulfillment. He held her as if trying to memorize the shape of her, his touch both tender and fiercely possessive. Finally, with a lingering, soul-searing kiss that tasted of salt and secrets, he pulled away, leaving her both utterly full and completely hollow.
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