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The air in the room was thick with heat, charged with something undeniable as Rune hovered over Grace, his breath heavy, his body radiating warmth against hers. Every touch, every glance between them was a silent confession - an admission of want, of need, of something deeper neither had dared to put into words before.
Grace’s heart pounded against her ribs as he cupped her face, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her jaw before sliding into her hair. His lips found hers again, softer this time, slow and unhurried, as if savoring every second. She melted beneath him, her hands gliding over the hard planes of his back, feeling the strength of his muscles flex under her fingertips.
He kissed her deeply, languidly, as if he had all the time in the world to explore her, and maybe he did - because right now, nothing else existed beyond the two of them.
She let out a soft gasp when Rune’s lips left hers, traveling down her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin. His teeth grazed her pulse, only for his tongue to soothe the spot immediately after, making her shudder beneath him.
Her hands slid under his shirt, desperate to feel more of him, to touch the bare skin she hadn’t gotten a good feel of in a while. Rune groaned against her throat when her fingers traced the ridges of his abdomen, his breath stuttering for just a second before he sat up, his gaze dark and hooded.
Wordlessly, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor. Grace’s eyes roamed over his body, taking in the tattoos inked onto his skin like silent stories of his past. She reached out, her fingers ghosting over a particularly part near his ribs, and Rune caught her wrist, holding it still.
"Do they carry stories?" she murmured, meeting his gaze.
He exhaled, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Something like that."
She didn’t ask for more details. Instead, she leaned forward, pressing a featherlight kiss against the markings. He tensed at the sensation, his grip on her wrist tightening just slightly before he released her.
His lips were on hers again before she could even take another breath, and this time, there was no holding back. His hands roamed over her body, sliding under her sweater, fingertips grazing the bare skin of her waist. The warmth of his palms against her sent a thrill down her spine, and she arched into him, silently begging for more.
He obliged.
With one smooth motion, he pulled her sweater over her head, leaving her in nothing but in a pair of sexy black bra and trousers. His eyes darkened as they raked over her, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her hip.
"You are extremely beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
Grace felt her skin heat at his words, but there was no room for shyness - not when he was looking at her like that, as if she was the only thing that existed in his world.
She reached for him again, pulling him down until their bodies were flush against each other. The feeling of his bare skin against hers sent a rush of heat through her veins, and when he kissed her again, she felt it all the way down to her toes.
His hands were everywhere - tracing the curve of her back, skimming over her sides, memorizing every inch of her as if he never wanted to forget. Grace let out a soft moan when his lips trailed lower, down her collarbone, past her shoulder, pressing kisses against the thin fabric that still separated them.
Rune’s patience was unraveling. She could feel it in the way his fingers trembled slightly as they slipped beneath the waistband of her trousers, in the way his breath hitched when she whispered his name.
She wanted this - wanted him.
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She helped him shed the rest of their clothes, the barriers between them disappearing one by one until nothing remained but bare skin and burning need. He hovered over her once more, his forehead pressing against hers as their breaths mingled.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
She cupped his face, her thumb brushing over his cheek. "Of course. I don’t have to think when it comes to you."
Something in Rune’s eyes softened at her words before he kissed her again, pouring every ounce of emotion into it. This wasn’t just about desire - it was about trust, about giving themselves to each other in a way they never had before.
Sure, they had sex before too, but back then, there was nothing more than just attraction and lost between them. Over the past two years, they had developed a bond that was built on trust, love, and trials.
And that... made this different - more special and real.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, every touch, every kiss drawing them closer, deeper into something that neither of them had the words to describe. The air was thick with heat, their whispered words the only sounds filling the space between their gasps and sighs.
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He was everywhere - his hands, his lips, his breath against her skin - and Grace felt herself drowning in the sensation of him, in the way he worshipped her with every touch, every movement.
Time blurred around them, the rest of the world fading away as they lost themselves in each other.
He worshipped her nipples, played with them until both the buds were standing tall and glistening red. Only then did he start moving south, his lips leaving traces of soft, wet kisses down her abdomen and belly.
He parted her thighs and moved between them, his gaze locking with hers as he lowered his head and blew over her already drenched petals.
She inhaled sharply, suppressing the urge to press against him and make him give exactly what her body was desperate for...