Unbridled Passions: Steffy Moreno and Duncan Saints Sizzling

Duncan Saint

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The golden hour sun bled through the window, casting long, dancing shadows across the quiet room where Steffy and Duncan stood, the air thick with unspoken words. His hand, calloused and warm, found the delicate curve of her jaw, his thumb tracing the line of her cheekbone with a reverence that made her breath catch. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as a shiver traced its way down her spine, her own fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt. The world outside, with all its noise and haste, simply fell away, leaving only the quiet symphony of their shared breaths. He dipped his head, his forehead resting against hers, and in that tender collision, she felt the frantic rhythm of his heart echo her own. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of surrender, but of a long-awaited homecoming, a feeling of finally being exactly where she was always meant to be. The scent of his skin, a mix of clean cotton and warm sunshine, filled her senses, becoming the only fragrance that mattered. Every point of contact between them—his arm around her waist, her palm flat against his chest—felt like a completed circuit, humming with a gentle, electric current. In his deep, steady gaze, she saw not just desire, but a profound, aching tenderness that promised forever. This was more than a mere moment; it was the quiet, breathtaking beginning of everything.