Tiny Slave Girl
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The scent of old paper and polished wood filled the hushed library, a sanctuary where his gaze first found hers. Her dark eyes held a universe of unspoken stories, a silent invitation that made his breath catch. A single, shy smile from her parted lips sent a tremor through his entire being, a delicious electricity he felt in his very soul. His fingers, brushing against hers as they reached for the same worn volume, sparked a warmth that spread through his hand like sunlight. The world outside the tall, dusty windows seemed to blur and fade into irrelevance, leaving only the charged space between their two bodies. He watched the delicate curve of her neck as she looked down, a flush of rose coloring her sun-kissed skin. The soft whisper of her turning a page was the only sound, a rhythm that matched the frantic beating of his own heart. In that suspended moment, every quiet sigh and lingering glance wove a tapestry of profound, aching want. It was a silent conversation of yearning, spoken through the language of held breaths and hesitant, hopeful touches. This connection, fragile and fierce, felt like the first and last chapter of a story he desperately needed to read.
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