Angela lingered over the remains of her dinner, her gaze drifting to the flickering candle on the table. The day had been unexpectedly light, filled with laughter and the salty taste of ocean waves. But now, back in the dimly lit room, a familiar tension settled between her and Edmund. Edmund, his eyes shadowed with a distant expression, seemed preoccupied, though he would occasionally glance at her with something she couldn't quite decipher.

　　Edmund cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Angela."

　　She looked up, meeting his gaze. There was an intensity there, but also a certain detachment, like he was holding something back.

　　"I have some work to tend to tonight. Just a few things that need my attention." He barely looked at her as he spoke, eyes trained on his plate. Angela raised her brow slightly, surprised by the abruptness in his tone.

　　"Oh." She nodded, unsure of what "work" meant in this secluded place. But she didn't press him; she'd learned by now that pushing Edmund only made him retreat further. "Alright," she replied slowly, feeling a twinge of disappointment. She'd half-expected they would spend the night together with some intensity as he promised her.

　　Edmund's gaze softened, though the intensity remained. "Take the pill, and go get some rest. You've had a long day." His tone was gentle, but it carried a firm edge that left no room for discussion. " I'll join you in a bit, alright?"

　　Angela's eyes drifted to the small, innocuous pill sitting next to her glass, just as it had most nights. She bit the inside of her cheek, fighting the urge to ask what work could possibly be so important here, on this secluded island, far from the life they'd left behind.

　　"Sure," she murmured, her tone laced with an edge she couldn't quite hide. She offered him a faint smile, masking the questions bubbling beneath her calm exterior.

　　Edmund watched her swallow the pill, his face impassive, before his expression softened just slightly. His gaze flicked to her, reading the hint of resistance in her expression. "It's nothing pressing. Just routine," he added, his voice softer, as if to reassure her. "But you need rest. Today was hectic and last night also, I was very harsh on you."

　　Angela nodded, unable to argue with that. Her limbs did feel heavy, but a part of her resisted the thought of giving in so quickly. She wanted to understand him, to break through the mask he so often wore.

　　"I'll see you soon, then?" She tried to keep her tone light, but her eyes searched his face for any hint of hesitation.

　　Edmund's lips curved in a faint smile, though his eyes remained guarded. "Of course. I won't take long."

　　Angela watched him disappear into the next room, his figure swallowed by shadows as he moved down the hallway. Then she made her way to the bedroom, her steps heavy as her mind replayed the day's events. The playfulness they'd shared at the beach had been liberating, a moment that allowed her to see him, and herself differently.

　　She undressed, letting her clothes pool on the floor before slipping into a nightgown, the soft fabric brushing against her skin as she settled onto the bed. But as she lay there, eyes drifting over the ceiling, she found herself unable to relax. Minutes passed, stretching into an hour. The sound of the waves outside the window mingled with the quiet hum of her own thoughts.

　　Not able to keep laying sleepless, Angela got down from the bed and walked to the terrace attached to their bedroom. She stood there, staring at nowhere in particular. She was lost in her thoughts until she felt a pair of arms wrapping around her waist from behind.

　　"What are you doing out here?"

　　"I just couldn't sleep." She turned back to meet his gaze.

　　He held her gaze, silent for a long moment, before nodding slowly. "But it's late. You should be in bed."

　　"You're right. I should have been in bed." Angela said softly, her gaze locked with his. "But I just couldn't help it." Her heart was racing, and her hands were trembling slightly. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I couldn't... I couldn't sleep, because..." Her voice trailed off as she looked away from him, her eyes searching for something in the darkness. Something that would help her explain what she couldn't seem to put into words. "Because I keep thinking about you."

　　His expression darkened, almost predatory, and he stepped closer to her. "Is that so?" He asked huskily. "And what do you think exactly when you're thinking of me?"

　　His body heat enveloped her, making her shiver. She could feel the hardness of his chest pressing against her own, and it sent a wave of desire coursing through her. She swallowed hard, struggling to find the courage to speak the truth.

　　"I think about how much I want you," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "I think about how good it feels when we're together." She closed her eyes, feeling the memory of their last encounter wash over her. "I think about how much more I need you."

　　Edmund held her by her waist. "I like having you all to myself." Her cheeks turned a light pink shade and her curly black hair slid over her face. "Don't be shy now." He whispered, "Especially not in that outfit."

　　His lips crashed onto Angela's with an intense hunger, his hands gripping her ass tightly as he lifted her up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, feeling his rock-hard erection pressing against her core through their clothes. He carried her to the couch, laying her down roughly before climbing on top of her.

　　His lips trailed fiery kisses down her neck, teeth grazing her sensitive skin and leaving red marks in their wake. Angela arched her back, a moan escaping her lips as Edmund's mouth made its way to her chest. He yanked down her shirt, exposing her lacy bra, and licked along the edge of the fabric.

　　"I want to taste every inch of you," Edmund growled, his voice thick with desire.

　　He unclasped her bra with one hand, freeing her breasts. His hot mouth engulfed one hardened nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while he pinched and rolled the other between his fingers.

　　As Edmund feasted on her breasts, one of Angela's hands clenched the railing, the other sliding into his hair, tugging gently. A soft whimper escaped her lips when he bit down just right, and milk began to seep from her breast. He savored the offering as if it were the sweetest nectar.

　　He moved to the other side, repeating the actions, sipping at the liquid that now flowed more freely from both nipples. The sensation sent shivers down her spine. "Edmund," she panted, hips bucking beneath him. "Please, I need more."

　　"Fuck, you're so responsive," he groaned, switching to her other breast to give it the same treatment.

　　Angela writhed beneath him, her body overheating with lust. She could feel her panties growing damp, aching for more of his touch. Edmund seemed to sense her need, trailing his hand down her stomach and slipping it into her shorts. He cupped her mound, rubbing her clit through the thin fabric of her panties. Angela bucked against his hand, desperate for more friction.

　　"You're so wet for me already," Edmund purred, sliding her shorts and panties off in one swift motion.

　　With a possessive grip on her hips, Edmund hoisted Angela up and carried her towards the bedroom, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist once more. As soon as they were inside, he kicked the door shut behind them and pinned Angela against the wall, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. His hands roamed her curves, kneading and squeezing as if to mark her very being. Angela whimpered into the kiss, her nails digging into Edmund's shoulders.

　　"Tonight, I claim every inch of you," he declared, his voice low and rough with desire.

　　Angela's breath hitched at his words, a tremor running through her body. She met his gaze, her own pupils dilated with excitement and anticipation.

　　He wasted no time in stripping away the rest of her clothing, tossing it carelessly aside. Edmund leaned down, capturing her lips once more in a searing kiss, tasting her sweet surrender. His tongue probed deep within her mouth, claiming ownership, while his hands explored her heated skin.

　　His one hand roamed across her stomach, finding her sensitive clit and tormenting it with feather-light touches, drawing gasps from her. The other cupped her breast, squeezing firmly as his thumb found her nipple, rolling it between his hardened flesh. Her moans were guttural, fueled by the intoxicating combination of touch and taste.

　　"You are mine," Edmund growled against her ear, his breath hot and possessive.

　　Edmund's lips blazed a trail down her neck, teeth grazing the delicate skin. He bit down hard on her shoulder, marking her as his. Angela cried out, the sharp pain morphing into pleasure that coursed through her veins. His mouth continued its journey south, lavishing attention on her breasts before traveling lower still. He kissed along her inner thighs, alternating between soft brushes of his lips and sharp nips of his teeth. Angela squirmed beneath him, her hands fisting in the sheets.

　　Then finally, blissfully, his tongue found her center. He lapped at her folds, drinking in her essence like a man dying of thirst. Two fingers plunged into her slick heat, pumping in and out as his tongue focused on her swollen clit. Angela keened, writhing against his face as he drove her higher and higher towards release. Just when she thought she would shatter apart, Edmund pulled back.

　　"Not yet, baby girl," he panted, his voice strained with restraint.

　　He rose up on his knees, his massive cock jutting proudly from his body, thick and pulsing with need. Angela gazed at him with hazy, lust-drunk eyes, her own arousal evident in the slickness coating her thighs. Without a word, she spread her legs wider, presenting herself to him like an offering.

　　Suddenly, Edmund stilled, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while reaching for a leather blindfold and a silken gag from his duffel bag. "Time for a little fun," he murmured, his voice husky with anticipation.