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✿ My Sunshine, in you I have peace ✿
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> Your lips are my prayer, your touch my faith.
When your eyes find mine, the world loses shape.
The moon can keep her glow, the stars their light —
You, my love, are my endless night.
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His lips trailed down the slender column of her neck, each kiss burning hotter than the last. Ariel's breath caught, a soft sound escaping her lips as her fingers tangled helplessly in the fabric of his shirt. The warmth of him—his scent, his strength, the quiet hunger in the way his lips claimed her—was too much.
He lingered at the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse flutter wildly beneath his mouth. Her skin was soft, fragile, divine. He pressed a kiss there, a silent vow. The place where, one day soon, his mark would rest.
"Horace…" she whispered, her voice trembling between desire and disbelief.
