CHAPTER 53 An All-Consuming Night

  It was already past midnight, the moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted beach. Time had lost all meaning, swallowed up by the endless cycle of pleasure and release. Yet, even as exhaustion clawed at their edges, neither Edmund nor Angela could find the will to cease their frantic sex session.

  He moved over her, a dark silhouette against the pale canvas of the tent, his form blurring as he drove into her again and again. Angela's nails dug into his back, her teeth sunk into his shoulder as she fought to hold on, to keep pace with the relentless onslaught of his passion. As Edmund continued to thrust inside Angela, his fingers digging deep into her skin, he felt a rush of excitement. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her cries echoing through the night air.