Naked Lust And The Amputated Leg

The plaster ceiling of the master bedroom was carved with ancient, twisting vines that seemed to choke the fading shadows of the night. Enzo lay flat on his back, his dark eyes fixed on the cold stone patterns above. His left hand moved slowly, tracing the bare, warm arm of the woman resting beside him. Renata was awake. He could tell by the tense, rhythmic rise and fall of her shoulders, and by t