Whispers in the Night

In the stillness of the night, a woman stood in front of the large window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight. She was nude, her thick black hair cascading down her back, the curves of her Indian heritage on full display. A bead of sweat trickled down her spine as she gazsed out into the darkness. Behind her, a man watched, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed skin. He had been seducing her for weeks, their connection growing stronger with each stolen glance and lingering touch. Toni