Just a stone's throw away stood a distinctive inn.

Two vivid red lanterns adorned its entrance, akin to the fiery desire shared by young lovers.

Laura succumbed to the allure.

Edwin's kiss descended upon her, drawing her into a fervent embrace, their bodies pressed closely together, leaving only her delicate countenance exposed, her crimson lips tantalizingly inviting.

Edwin's kiss possessed a newfound intensity.

He cupped her face, shifting angles to explore inside her mouth, relishing the taste of her and savoring her soft, kitten-like whimpers.

The desire coursed through his veins, setting his blood ablaze.

He grabbed her waist, drawing her nearer.

Their lips locked in a passionate fusion, and he whispered incoherently, “Do you want this? Laura, do you yearn for this? Do you want me?"

How could Laura possibly resist Edwin?

How could she not long for him?

Their most cherished moments unfolded during those nights when they fervently held each other close.

He possessed an intimate knowledge of her body, while she comprehended the intricacies of his desires.

In the grand scheme of things, they only truly had each other.

Amid this frigid winter night, their youthful forms pressed tightly together, they seemed on the verge of combustion, particularly Edwin, who burned with lust.

He unfastened his coat and enfolded her in his embrace.

A mere meter away, passersby came and went.

Yet, in the subdued light, they kissed with unbridled passion.

Edwin's searing hand glided along her slender waist as if seeking to meld their very beings, and Laura let out a feeble cry.

"Edwin!"