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The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, casting a soft, silver glow upon our quiet sanctuary. His breath hitched as my fingers traced the line of his jaw, a silent question answered by the slow, surrendering fall of his shoulders. I leaned in, the scent of his skin—warm linen and the evening rain—filling my senses as my lips found the frantic pulse at his throat. A shuddering sigh escaped him, his hands tangling gently in my hair not to guide, but to simply hold on. Every movement was a whispered secret, a slow, deliberate dance of affection that made the world outside cease to exist. I could feel the tension unspooling from him, each quiet gasp a fragile melody composed just for us. His whispered name was a prayer on my lips, a soft echo in the hushed space between our shared breaths. The air thickened with a profound, aching tenderness, a connection that transcended the physical and settled deep within our souls. In that suspended moment, there was only the language of touch, the poetry of a racing heart, and the overwhelming flood of devotion. We were lost and found, all at once, in the beautiful, breathless silence.