Richard Manns World
The moon cast a silvery veil through the window, illuminating the quiet intensity in Alexis’s eyes as she looked at Richard. Her breath hitched when his knuckles gently grazed her cheek, a silent question hanging in the hushed air between them. He felt the subtle tremor that ran through her frame, a current of unspoken yearning that pulled him closer. Every shift of her body against the cool sheets was a wordless plea, a language only he could understand in the dim light. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, her touch both a request and a surrender, filled with a deep, emotional hunger. He could feel the frantic rhythm of her heart answering the steady, strong beat of his own, a syncopated drum in the quiet room. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of words, but of pure feeling, as he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into his warmth. In that embrace, he felt her completely let go, her trust a tangible thing as she melted against him. The world outside faded into insignificance, leaving only the profound, stretching moment of their connection. It was a silent symphony of shared desire, a perfect, aching harmony beneath the watchful moon.
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