Chapter 4: Beneath the Jacaranda

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They returned to their sanctuary—the jacaranda tree. Its purple petals carpeted the ground, and the Durban moon watched over them. Anthony's pulse matched the rhythm of the waves crashing nearby. Sanele's kiss tasted of salt and longing.

In the quiet corner of Lamontville, they whispered promises. Their love was a symphony of desire, crescendoing with each stolen touch. Round after round, they wove their bodies into a tapestry of passion, their souls entwined.

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