Sunnylune
Sunny Lane,Wannafuckthatass
The soft glow of the firelight danced across the room, casting long, warm shadows that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their quiet breaths. He moved behind her, his hands finding the gentle curve of her waist with a familiar, possessive tenderness. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her back against the solid warmth of his chest. She could feel the steady, reassuring beat of his heart through the thin fabric of her dress, a silent promise that made her own pulse quicken. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck, a whisper of a touch that sent shivers cascading down her spine. Every nerve ending awoke, humming with a delicious, aching anticipation that pooled deep within her. The world outside, with its frost and silence, ceased to exist in the sanctuary of their embrace. Her head tilted back, resting against his shoulder as her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering completely to the moment. This was not a gift wrapped in paper, but a profound, wordless conversation spoken only through touch and trust. In that suspended silence, she felt utterly, beautifully known.
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