The faint glow of the moon casts long shadows, illuminating the couple's silhouettes as they engage in a taboo tryst. The man's hands grip her hips, pulling her onto him, their bodies slapping together in a crude dance. She cries out, her voice muffled by his hand, as he fills her, his pace punishing. Their lovemaking is a desperate, hungry thing, a secret shared between them. The woman's body bears the marks of their passion, bruises and bites that will fade but not soon enough. In the morning, they'll deny it, but tonight, they're slaves to their desire.