Whispers in the Night

The soft glow of the moon cast an ethereal light upon the room, illuminating the curves and contours of the woman who lay on the bed. Her black hair cascaded like a raven waterfall down her back, framing the delicate features of her face and the soft curve of her neck. She was a vision of beauty, her caramel skin glowing in the pale light, her body thick and voluptuous in all the right places. She turned her head, her dark eyes meeting his. He was a man of few words, but his gaze spoke volumes.