Renata lay on the bed, her eyes wide open as she stared at the ceiling. It was dark and cold but it felt like she was out in the cold street draped in only her silk nightgown, which was as light as a feather.

She heaved a deep sigh as she tugged at the fluffy duvet. She pulled it close to her chest, but it didn’t do anything for her. She wanted warmth, not the kind a duvet would provide.

She craved warmth… the warmth of a man’s touch. She was horny.

“Santiago,” she whispered as she ...