Whispers in the Shadow

In the dimly lit room, a woman with thick, raven-black hair stood facing away from the door, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the setting sun streaming through the window. She was nude, her bronzed skin glowing in the warm light. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, the ends brushing against the curve of her hips. She was the picture of exotic beauty, an Indian babe in all her glory. He watched her from the doorway, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the