The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the lush gardens of the grand estate. A woman, her raven hair cascading down her back, wandered among the fragrant blooms, her sari discarded to reveal her bare brown skin. She was a vision of beauty, her curves full and inviting, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
In the shadows, a man watched her, his breath catching in his throat. He had seen her before, this Indian babe, her thick curves and sultry gaze driving him wild with need. Tonight, he would have her.
He stepped from his hiding place, his footsteps soft on the grass as he approached her. She turned, her eyes meeting his, and he saw the invitation there. He closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to touch her, to trace the curve of her hip, the arc of her breast.
She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as his lips found hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed her body. She responded with equal passion, her fingers tangling in his hair, her nails digging into his back.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. She moaned, her head falling back to give him better access. He took advantage, his tongue tracing a path down her collarbone, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.
She cried out, her back arching as he took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. He sucked, hard, his teeth grazing her skin, and she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair.
