Whispers in the Night

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a penthouse apartment, a woman stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the darkness outside. She was Indian, with thick black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. Her body was a work of art, a testament to the beauty of the feminine form. She was nude, her curves on display for no one but herself. He watched her from the shadows, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the moment he saw her, and