The night hung heavy in the house, silent except for the occasional creak of the old wooden floors beneath the weight of the wind. Angela lay sprawled on her bed, exhaustion finally pulling her under after a long, tension-filled evening. The glow of the moon filtered through her curtains, casting a soft, silver hue across the room, illuminating the stillness.

　　She hadn't even changed out of her clothes from the day. The swirling chaos of emotions and forbidden thoughts from earlier began to dissolve as sleep embraced her.

　　Outside her room, the hallway was dark, shrouded in shadows. Edmund stood silently in the hall, the faint light outlining his tall frame as he lingered in the doorway. His gaze locked on Angela, the peacefulness of her sleep contrasting sharply with the turmoil that stirred inside him. He knew he shouldn't be there, but the pull toward her was undeniable, something he could no longer resist.

　　Quietly, he closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click. His breath hitched as the sound echoed in the silent room, and with each step toward her bed, the tension in the air thickened. The stillness between them felt like it could snap at any moment, charged with an unspoken desire that neither had been able to fully confront.

　　Edmund moved to the side of the bed, his eyes trailing over her body, the delicate curve of her waist was visible. His fingers grazed her cheek softly. Her skin was warm, soft to the touch, and his heart quickened as he leaned closer, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

　　Angela stirred beneath his touch, a faint murmur escaping her lips, the thin strap slipping down her shoulder, exposing the smooth line of her collarbone and the valley between her breasts. Edmund's fingers followed the path of her skin, tracing the curve from her neck to her shoulder, his touch lingering as if memorizing every inch of her. It was as though she sensed him, even in her sleep. Her body moved subtly in response, her breathing growing heavier as his fingers explored, lingering over the warmth of her skin.

　　Angela's eyes fluttered open, the haze of sleep lifting as her vision cleared. For a moment, she was unsure where she was, but then her gaze fell on Edmund, his face inches from hers.

　　"Edmund," she breathed, her voice soft and filled with confusion.

　　He didn't respond with words, but the intensity in his eyes spoke volumes. His hand slipped to her waist, fingers gripping her gently but with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down her spine. Angela's heart raced as she realized Edmund's intentions. His eyes held a hunger that mirrored her own desires, and she knew in that moment that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

　　Edmund's lips brushed against hers, the lightest of touches, yet it ignited something within her. Angela responded without hesitation, her arms winding around his neck as she pulled him closer. Their mouths met in a passionate collision, tongues dancing together in a sensual tango. It was raw, desperate, filled with an unspoken hunger that had been building between them for weeks.

　　Angela's hands roamed over his chest, exploring the hard planes of muscle underneath his shirt. She tugged at the fabric, silently begging him to remove it. Edmund obliged, shrugging out of it and tossing it aside. Her eyes raked over his exposed torso, drinking in the sight of his chiseled abs and broad shoulders. She ran her hands across his chest, before tracing lower to the button of his jeans.

　　She fumbled with it, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. He watched her with half-lidded eyes, his own hands busy at the hem of her tank top. He slowly lifted it over her head, revealing the lacy bra underneath. It was black, and the sight of it made his mouth water. He palmed her breasts through the fabric, squeezing hardly before rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Angela gasped.

　　"Fuck! you're so beautiful," he murmured, leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down her neck.

　　She arched her back, desperate for more contact, more friction. "Touch me," she whimpered, her hands reaching for the button of his jeans once again.

　　Edmund helped her along, shoving his pants and boxers down to free his erect cock. Angela wrapped her fingers around it, stroking him from base to tip. He was hot and hard in her hand.

　　"Just keep going."

　　Angela obeyed, her hand moving faster as she reveled in the feel of him. Pre-cum had already started to leak from the tip, and she used it as lubrication, sliding her fist up and down his length. Edmund continued to kiss and nuzzle at her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.

　　Her eyes fluttered closed as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her body responded instinctively, her hips bucking upward in a desperate attempt to get closer to him. Edmund laughed, a low, husky sound, and covered her hand with his own. He pinched her finger, pulling her hand away from his cock, and then brought it to his lips.

　　He sucked her fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them in a slow, sensual motion. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and Angela felt herself melting into his touch. Edmund released her hand, and she opened her eyes to find him staring at her with an expression that bordered on feral.

　　"Get on top of me," he growled, his voice roughened by desire.

　　Angela didn't hesitate, she could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her center, teasing her. With a mewl of frustration, she reached down and grasped his erection once more. She aligned it with her entrance, rubbing the head against her clit in a desperate attempt to gain some friction. Edmund's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she began to sink down onto him.

　　Her back arched as she took him to the hilt, her inner walls clenching around him like a vice. For a long moment, they simply stayed like that, suspended in the throes of pleasure and pain. Then, with a groan, Edmund began to move, his hips snapping up to meet hers in a frenzied rhythm. Angela cried out, her nails digging into his chest as he pounded into her, each thrust driving her higher and higher.

　　The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their heavy breathing and moans of pleasure. Edmund reached up to palm both of her breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly as he continued to fuck her. His thumb rubbed circles over her nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.

　　Angela's head tipped back, her mouth opening in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her body undulated above him, meeting each of his powerful thrusts. She could feel her orgasm building, coiling tight and hot inside her, ready to explode.

　　"Please," she begged, not sure what she was asking for, maybe more pressure, more friction, more of everything.

　　"Oh God, please what?" Edmund groaned.

　　"Don't stop," she managed to gasp out. "Please..."

　　Edmund grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "Oh, I don't plan on stopping anytime soon, little slut."

　　He gripped her hips tighter, changing the angle of his thrusts so that they hit her G-spot with every stroke. Angela shivered, her entire body tensing as the first waves of her climax washed over her. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around him, pulsing with release. But Edmund wasn't finished yet. He continued to pound into her until she was limp and quivering above him. Only then he allowed himself to follow her over the edge, his cock twitching as he emptied himself deep inside her.

　　As the aftershocks of their intense coupling faded, Edmund carefully pulled out of Angela, his softening cock slipping free of her still-trembling folds. She collapsed against him, her head resting on his chest as she struggled to catch her breath. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they both basked in the afterglow of their passion.

　　After a few moments, he turned to her with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Time for round two," he murmured, his voice husky with renewed desire.

　　Angela bit her lip, a thrill of excitement racing down her spine at the prospect of more, his hand sliding lower on her back to cup her ass cheek. He gave it a firm squeeze, pulling her flush against his body.

　　"What do you say we try it doggy-style this time?" He bit her nipple, making her moan.

　　She shivered at the thought, her core clenching reflexively at the idea of being taken from behind. She nodded, unable to speak, and let him lead her to the bed. Edmund pushed her down onto the mattress, following her down and hovering over her prone form. He grasped both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head as he ground his hips against her ass.

　　"Do you want it?" he asked, his voice rough with need. "Tell me how much you want it."

　　Angela arched her back, pushing her ass higher in the air. "I want it so badly," she whimpered. "I want your cock inside me again. Please, daddy, fuck me hard."

　　Her plea seemed to spur him on, and he surged forward, sinking into her with one powerful stroke. Angela cried out, her fingers curling around him as he began to move, his thrusts deep and relentless. The sensation of being taken from behind was overwhelming, the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against her clit, the way his grip on her wrists kept her pinned and helpless. It was everything she never knew she craved until now.

　　"Fill me up, daddy. Make me yours," she begged.

　　He increased the pace of his thrusts, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside her with each powerful stroke. Angela screamed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of intense, blinding pleasure. Edmund followed her over the edge mere seconds later. They collapsed together onto the bed, both of them spent and breathless. As they lay there, tangled in each other's limbs, Angela felt a strange sense of peace wash over her.

　　This was right, she thought dreamily. This is exactly where she was meant to be. When Edmund finally stirred, rolling onto his side to face her, Angela smiled up at him. "That was incredible," she murmured, reaching up to brush a strand of hair off his forehead.