Whispers in the Night

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the city. In a high-rise apartment, a woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, her silhouette framed by the cityscape behind her. She was nude, her black hair cascading down her back in waves. Her curves were lush, her hips and thighs thick and inviting. An Indian beauty, she was a babe in every sense of the word. He watched her from the shadows, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had been admiring her from afar for week