The room was thick with anticipation. Angela's breath hitched as Edmund approached her, his movements slow and deliberate. She felt the weight of his gaze as he took in her naked form, every inch of her exposed and vulnerable before him.
"You've been good," Edmund murmured, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. His fingers brushed along her collarbone, sending a shiver through her. "You obeyed without hesitation. I like that." His praise was gentle but firm, a reminder of the power he held over her, and how much she had given up to be his.
Angela's heart pounded in her chest as he circled her slowly, each touch a mix of tenderness and control. His hand moved to her throat, fingers wrapping lightly around her neck in a possessive grip. It wasn't tight, but the gesture alone made her feel completely under his control, a symbol of the darker, more intense side of their relationship that had been growing steadily since they arrived on the island.