HIS INNOCENT DOLL
They feel like the truth.
The embers in the fireplace pop and hiss, casting shifting amber shadows across the tangled limbs on the rug. The air between them is thick, heavy with the scent of sweat, sex, and the salt of their drying skin. Sahara’s ear presses against Leaf’s chest, the steady thud of his heart a grounding rhythm against her own racing pulse. The heat of his release remains deep inside her, a wet, intimate reminder of the boundary they just shattered, but the silence that follows isn't an ending. It’s a pause, a collective intake of breath before the inevitable next wave.
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