He could be rough or refined, but once their bodies connected, nothing else mattered. In the charged space between touch labels dissolved - leaving only the slow, intentional worship of flesh. He understood her without words, reading the tremble of her thighs, the craving for more. Few men are great lovers, but the one who feels her rhythm, layers intensity like gathering storm clouds, and doesn't just take but consumes - he lingers in memory. When he touched her, it wasn’t to conquer. It was to leave no room for another.

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