Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the room, illuminating the curves and contours of the woman standing before the floor-length window. Her silhouette was framed by the inky darkness outside, her nude body a stark contrast against the blackness. She ran her fingers through her long, black hair, letting it cascade down her back in a thick, lustrous waterfall. He watched her from the bed, his eyes roving over her body, taking in the fullness of her hips, the curve of her waist, and the round