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... t speak. He just looked at her with that quiet fire in his eyes, like he was finally touching something he’d been starving for.
Their mouths met again. Slower now. No rush, no hunger. Just need. Just her. He lowered her gently onto the bed, like she was a wish he was afraid would vanish if he touched her too fast.
He moved over her, coming on top of her with quiet care, his chest bare and warm above hers. Her hand found his skin, his heart beating steady under her palm.
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