Angela walked beside Edmund, her heart thudding with both excitement and anxiety as they wandered through the bustling mall. She was trying to focus on anything but the way his hand rested possessively on the small of her back, guiding her toward their next stop. They had already gone through countless shops, picking up the essentials for the trip.

　　As they approached the lingerie section of a high-end boutique, Edmund shot her a mischievous grin. "I think it's time to buy you something exciting," he said, winking at her.

　　Angela blushed instantly, feeling a wave of shyness wash over her. "Edmund," she whispered, glancing around the store. The thought of shopping lingerie with him was already mortifying, but doing it in such a public place felt like too much. "Do we really have to?"

　　He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Of course we do. You need the proper attire for the trip, don't you?"

　　Angela fidgeted with the strap of her purse, her face growing even redder. "But I can pick them myself later," she protested weakly, knowing deep down that her words would fall on deaf ears.

　　"Don't be shy, darling, you'll need something special for this trip, and I want to see what looks best on you."

　　She tried to protest, but Edmund's mischievous wink only made her more flustered. Angela's stomach flipped as he guided her through the aisles lined with delicate lace, silk, and satin. Everywhere she looked, there were sets of revealing lingerie, each one more scandalous than the last.

　　Her cheeks burned as she noticed a few store attendants eyeing them with interest, particularly Edmund. It wasn't hard to see why. His tall, confident demeanor and undeniable charm made him stand out, and the way they looked at him made Angela feel like she was watching a pack of hungry wolves. She couldn't deny the possessive knot twisting in her stomach, though she knew she had no claim over him in public.

　　Edmund, however, seemed entirely unaffected by the attention. His focus was solely on her, scanning the rows of delicate lace and satin before selecting a couple of sets that made Angela's cheeks burn with even more intensity. He picked up a sultry red bra and panty set first, holding it up with a grin.

　　"How about this one?" he asked, holding up a skimpy deep crimson lace bra and matching panties that barely looked like they could cover anything. The bra had a single string at the back, held together by a clasp so tiny it seemed more ornamental than functional. Angela's throat went dry just looking at it.

　　"Edmund," she began, her voice faltering. The store attendants were still sneaking glances at them, clearly entertained by the scene unfolding before them. "It's really sexy. I don't think I can wear that…"

　　"That's the point, love, you're beautiful, and you deserve to feel sexy."

　　Before she could say anything else, Edmund tossed a couple more items over his arm, an emerald green bikini with dangerously low-cut bottoms and a red lingerie set that looked even more scandalous than the first. There was a black strappy number that looked more like art than something anyone would actually wear, and a white lace set that was so sheer Angela couldn't imagine showing it to anyone, let alone wearing it out on the beach.

　　"I think that should do for now," he said, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

　　"Edmund..." she started to protest, feeling overwhelmed. "I can't wear these..."

　　Angela barely had time to process what was happening as he gently nudged her toward the fitting rooms. "Go try them on," he instructed, his tone playful but commanding. "And don't worry, I want to see all of it."

　　Angela swallowed hard, glancing around nervously at the saleswomen who were still watching them. She felt like they could see right through her, as if they knew exactly what was going on between her and Edmund. The idea of trying on something so intimate while they were around made her stomach twist, but the look in Edmund's eyes left no room for argument.

　　"I don't know if I can come in front of you," she muttered, staring down at the lacy fabric in her hands.

　　Edmund smirked, his eyes darkening with amusement. "I've seen all of you, Angela, remember?"

　　Her face grew impossibly hotter at the reminder. Once inside the small, dimly lit room, Angela let out a shaky breath. She stared at the reflection in the mirror, her nerves dancing wildly. "You can do this," she told herself, trying to calm the frantic beating of her heart.

　　She decided to start with the most daring piece, the crimson one. As she fastened the bra and adjusted the flimsy strap at the back, she couldn't help but gasp at how exposed she felt. The single string barely held the delicate material together, and the matching panties sat dangerously low on her hips.

　　She looked at herself in the mirror, her reflection both foreign and thrilling. The lingerie hugged her curves in all the right places, making her look sexy. The thought of stepping outside the fitting room to show Edmund made her stomach churn with nerves.

　　"There's no way I can go out like this," she thought, biting her lip. As much as she wanted to please him, the idea of parading around in such a skimpy outfit felt like too much.

　　Minutes passed, and she still couldn't muster the courage to step outside. Her fingers hovered over the handle of the door, but her feet remained firmly planted.

　　"Angela?" Edmund's deep voice filtered through the wood. "Are you going to show me, or are you planning to hide in there all day?"

　　"I… I don't know if I can," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

　　There was a brief pause, and then she heard the sound of the door handle turning. Before she could react, Edmund pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. When his eyes landed on her, they darkened with desire.

　　"Jesus, Angela," he breathed, his voice husky as his gaze roamed over her body.

　　Her skin flushed under his intense gaze, and she suddenly felt very aware of every curve, every bare inch of skin, she instinctively wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to cover herself, but Edmund's hands gently pulled them away.

　　"Don't," he said softly, his fingers brushing her skin. "Don't hide from me."

　　Before she could say anything else, his lips were on hers, urgent and hungry. The confined space of the fitting room made the kiss feel even more intimate, more forbidden. Angela melted into him, the fabric of her lingerie pressing against his body as his hands roamed over her curves. His hands roamed her body, fingers tracing the delicate straps of the lingerie as if memorizing every inch of her. Angela's mind went blank, lost in the sensation of his lips on hers, his touch setting her skin on fire.

　　"Edmund," she whispered, her voice breathless as she pulled back slightly. But he wasn't stopping.

　　"You're driving me insane," he growled, his fingers tangling in her hair as he claimed her mouth again. "You're mine, Angela," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Only mine."

　　As his hands traveled lower, skimming over the lace of her panties, Angela's heart raced. She knew this was risky, reckless, but the intensity of the moment was too powerful to resist. Edmund's touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine as his fingers traced the lines of her body.

　　"Show me," he whispered against her lips. "Show me how much you want this."

　　Angela's eyes locked onto his, her gaze burning with a newfound intensity as she sank to her knees. Her hands trembled as she reached for the button on his trousers, her fingers fumbling with the zip. Edmund's eyes never left hers, his pupils dilated with an unspoken hunger as she slowly opened his pants, revealing the evidence of his arousal.

　　Angela wrapped her hand around the rigid length of him, feeling the warmth of his skin emanating through the fabric, her breathing growing ragged as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the sensitive head of his cock.

　　Edmund's eyes fluttered closed as she took him into her mouth, his nostrils flaring as he struggled to maintain control. She explored every inch of him, her tongue tracing the ridges and valleys, her fingertips tracing the sensitive skin.

　　Her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she took him deeper with each pass. Edmund's hands found their way into her hair, tangling in the strands as he guided her movements, his hips rolling forward instinctively.

　　"Fuck, Angela," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "Your mouth…" His grip on her hair tightened, pulling her closer as he rocked into her mouth, seeking more of that heavenly sensation.

　　Angela moaned, the sound muffled by his thickness, her nose pressed against the base of his cock as she sucked him hard and deep. She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, feel it leaking onto her tongue as she worked him over. Edmund's breathing grew ragged, his thighs trembling as he neared the edge. With one last powerful thrust, Edmund came undone, his seed spilling hot and thick into her mouth. Angela swallowed it down greedily, savoring the taste of him.

　　Pulling back slightly, she looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. He was staring at her with a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Without hesitation, Angela reached up, cupping his face in her hands. Her thumbs brushed away a stray drop of sweat.

　　"Now…" Edmund wasted no time.

　　His hands found her breasts, pulling down her bra and kneading them hard before his mouth descended upon her hardened nipple. He took it between his teeth, biting down just enough to make her gasp, then soothing the sting with his tongue.

　　Angela's fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on her breasts. He moved from one to the other, alternating between soft suckles and sharp nips, each touch sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She could feel the heat building between her legs again, her panties growing damp with arousal.

　　"Edmund," she whimpered, arching into his touch, silently begging for more.

　　He bit her nipple harder this time, the pain mingling with the pleasure to create a maelstrom of sensation that left her breathless. She arched her back, her body begging for more, and Edmund responded by tugging on her nipple, the sudden movement leaving her gasping. She pulled him closer. His grip on her breast tightened, his nails digging gently into her skin as he pulled them hard, the sensation sending shivers coursing down her spine.

　　Angela felt herself teetering on the edge of an orgasm, her body screaming for release, but Edmund was merciless, his mouth never leaving her breast as he continued to torment her with his bite-and-tug combination. He sped up his movements, sucking hard on her nipples while simultaneously tugging them almost roughly. The mix of pleasure and pain was overwhelming, Angela could feel her entire body tensing as her climax approached.

　　Suddenly, a sharp knock snapped them out of their haze. Edmund pulled back slightly, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

　　"Is everything alright in there?" one of the store attendants called, her voice sweet but clearly suspicious.

　　Angela's heart leapt into her throat, panic flooding her as she realized just how precarious their situation was. Edmund remained calm, his eyes still fixed on her with a burning intensity.

　　"We're fine," his voice was smooth and composed.

　　The attendant seemed to hesitate for a moment before walking away.

　　"We should stop," she whispered, though her body ached with the desire to continue.

　　Edmund smirked, his thumb brushing over her lips. "Only for now," he agreed. "This isn't over, Angela."