Delight roses
The evening air was thick with jasmine and unspoken longing, the soft glow of lamplight casting dancing shadows across the room. Mia’s heart hammered against her ribs as she stood between them, her gaze meeting her husband’s familiar eyes before drifting to the stranger’s intense, inviting stare. A gentle hand, calloused yet tender, cupped her cheek while another traced a slow, burning path down the curve of her spine. She leaned into the solid warmth at her back, her husband’s steady presence a comforting anchor in the rising tide of her desire. Every breath she took was a shared rhythm, a silent symphony conducted by their intertwined yearning. His lips found the sensitive hollow of her throat, a whisper of a kiss that made her knees tremble and her soul ache. Then, another mouth pressed against her shoulder, each soft kiss a new promise, a different kind of devotion that made her feel utterly cherished. The world narrowed to this sacred space, to the feeling of being completely surrounded and desired beyond reason. A single, blissful tear escaped, tracing a path through the overwhelming emotion that swelled within her chest. In that suspended moment, there was no past or future, only the profound, breathtaking truth of their connected hearts.
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