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... ed my skin with quiet desperation, as if trying to memorize the curve of my soul.
We moved together, a dance of tension and surrender, where every sigh, every gasp, every stolen breath drew us further into something we couldn’t name — but we both knew we needed.
The fire’s glow shimmered in his eyes as he looked down at me, our foreheads brushing, our hearts beating like twin drums of thunder.
"Iraya . . . ," he whispered, his voice shaking, "tell me this isn’t a dream." ...
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