Heavy on Hotties
The only light was a sliver of moonlight, silvering the curve of her shoulder as he carried her from the shadows. His breath was a warm whisper against her neck, a silent question she answered by melting into his arms. Her slender form felt both fragile and burning with a hidden fire against the solid strength of his embrace. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not a sound of protest, but one of surrender to the overwhelming emotion swelling within her. His fingers traced the line of her spine with a reverence that made her tremble, not from cold, but from the sheer intensity of the feeling. Every gentle stroke was a promise, a slow-burning fuse that ignited a longing she never knew she possessed. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, a dizzying anchor in the rising tide of sensation. The world narrowed to this single, breathless point where touch was the only language, and every caress spoke volumes. He held her gaze in the dimness, his eyes reflecting a raw passion that both terrified and enthralled her. In that silent, darkened room, a secret desire bloomed, a beautiful, aching thing born from the most tender of collisions.
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