The air in the room was thick with a heavy, sweet heat as Samuel and Mariam’s kisses deepened, growing more desperate with every passing second. Their breath hitched in a rhythmic, hungry cadence, the sound of their lips meeting echoing in the quiet space. Samuel’s hand, trembling slightly with a mix of reverence and desire, found the soft curve of her breast. He touched her gently at first, as if she were made of glass, even as the fire between them threatened to consume them both.His hands wandered lower, slipping beneath the fabric of her skirt. The friction of his palms against her skin sent jolts through her, and as he reached the elastic of her underwear, the world outside their embrace ceased to exist. He broke the kiss, gasping for air, and knelt before her."Lie down," he whispered, his voice raspy.Mariam obeyed, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. As he began to pull her pants down, a sharp, involuntary moan escaped her—a sound that was half-pleasure,
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