Laura broke into tears once more.

She reiterated, "Edwin, we can't go back."

Suddenly, Edwin rose from the bed.

He effortlessly lifted her and gently placed her onto the soft mattress. Then, the lights in the bedroom dimmed, shrouding them in darkness and silence, with only the sound of their breathing and heartbeats filling the air.

Edwin leaned in for a kiss.

She resisted, tearfully pleading with him not to.

Edwin maintained his silence, his actions conveying his desire as he treated her with the utmost reverence, causing her to tremble violently. Laura, a delicate and inexperienced soul, couldn't withstand such intensity. She sobbed, biting her lip.

“Please don't do this! Please, don't!"

Edwin looked up, his voice ominously low.

"Call me Edwin! Say my name!"

Edwin was consumed by desire, almost on the brink of madness.

Never had he imagined he would engage in such intimate acts for a woman.

Even if she was the sole recipient of pleasure, witnessing her disoriented expression, a result of his doing, stirred an indescribable excitement in his heart and body. It felt as though he had complete control over her.

She was his.

Laura belonged to him in every sense.

Laura eventually stopped her resistance, lying askew on the white pillow, softly sobbing.

Edwin recognized her fear, for what he did was indeed too intense.

He raised his head, his gaze deep and mesmerizing as he observed her, a blend of admiration and possession.

Once he had his fill of watching, he leaned in to kiss her lips.

Laura resisted, humming in disdain and trying to push him away.