CHAPTER 5 Forbidden Whispers

Edmund stepped back, his expression darkening as he listened to the stillness of the house around them. Angela's heart raced, the echoes of their passionate encounter still pulsing through her. The sound of footsteps from upstairs sent a chill down her spine, freezing her in place. Had they been caught? Would her mother barge in any second?

"Stay here," Edmund whispered, his voice firm and urgent as he glanced over his shoulder. He looked dangerous, his eyes sharp, like a predator in the shadows.

Angela nodded, too shaken to speak. The thrill of their forbidden moment still clung to her, mixing with a fresh wave of fear. She watched as he opened the door, his movements careful and deliberate. The air in the room was thick, still charged with the intensity of what had just happened.

"Stay quiet," he added, slipping out into the hallway with barely a sound, the door clicking softly shut behind him.

He stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him with barely a sound. Angela remained frozen on the desk, her heart pounding as she listened to his footsteps fade away. The pleasure they'd shared was still a vivid memory, but now fear took over, the reality of their situation looming large, the thought of being caught sent a rush of adrenaline through her. Had they been heard? Would her mother come storming down the stairs?

After a few moments of silence, she slipped off the desk and pulled her robe tightly around herself, feeling exposed and vulnerable. The air in the room felt thick, charged with the remnants of their passion and the uncertainty of what lay beyond the door.

Suddenly, she heard a loud bang from upstairs, a heavy thud that reverberated through the house. Angela's heart dropped, her breath catching in her throat. What was going on? Was it possible that someone else was here or had something fallen?

Angela's mind raced with possibilities. She hurried back to the door, her hands shaking as she placed her ear against the cool wood.

"Edmund?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "What's happening?"

A moment later, the door opened, and Edmund slipped back inside. His face was tight, but he managed a reassuring smile. "It's nothing. Just the house settling," he said, though the uncertainty in his eyes told her otherwise.

She wasn't convinced. "Are you sure? It sounded like…"

"Let's not focus on that right now." He stepped inside, shutting the door with a soft click. "We need to focus on us."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, the memory of their earlier passion rushing back. Despite the lingering tension, she could feel her body responding to his presence again.

"But…" she started, but he silenced her with a finger to her lips.

"No 'buts,' Angela. I need you to trust me." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. "We're fine, and I want you. Right here, right now."

The intensity in his gaze sent a thrill through her. She could see the desire burning within him, and it ignited something deep inside her.

"Okay," she whispered, her resolve crumbling as he took a step closer, his body just inches from hers. The air between them crackled with electricity, and she could feel her body responding to his presence.

Edmund reached for her waist, pulling her against him. The warmth of his body made her heart race, and she could hardly think as he captured her lips in a passionate kiss. His hands moved to her back, pressing her closer as if he wanted to fuse their bodies together.

Angela melted into the kiss, the tension of the moment fading away as they lost themselves in each other once more. His mouth moved against hers with a hunger that made her pulse quicken. She clutched at his shoulders, losing herself in the taste and feel of him.

As they kissed, he lifted her onto the desk again, spreading her legs apart with a gentle but firm touch. The cool surface of the desk contrasted with the heat radiating from their bodies, heightening her senses. She could feel the dampness between her legs, a reminder of their earlier encounter.

"Edmund," she murmured against his lips, her voice thick with desire.

"Shh," he replied, his voice low and husky as he kissed down her neck. "We don't want to wake anyone, do we?"

The danger of being caught only heightened her desire. The idea of her mother hearing them only made her more aroused. Angela wrapped her legs around Edmund's waist, pulling him closer as she surrendered to the overwhelming need building inside her.

His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, his touch setting her on fire. As he kissed down her neck, his fingers slipped beneath her robe, caressing her bare skin. Angela gasped, her back arching instinctively toward him, her need for him growing unbearable.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes dark with lust. "I can't get enough of you."

He pushed her robe aside, exposing her completely. Angela felt a rush of vulnerability, but it was quickly replaced by desire. She wanted him to see her, to touch her.

"Please," she breathed, her body arching toward him. "I need you."

Angela's breath came in shallow gasps as he knelt between her legs, his touch leaving her trembling. The intensity in his eyes made her feel exposed, but in the best way possible. He leaned in, placing soft kisses along her inner thigh, teasing her as he moved closer to her core. Angela bit her lip, her breath coming in shallow gasps as anticipation built within her.

"Tell me what you want, babygirl," he said, his voice low and sultry. "I want to hear you say it."

"I want you to touch me," she replied, her voice trembling with need. "I want you inside me."

A wicked smile spread across his face as he looked up at her. "That's my good girl."

His grin widened as he kissed her again, his mouth pressing against her in a way that made her moan. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk, her body tensing with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

"Daddy," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "Don't stop!"

He lifted his gaze to hers, a devilish glint in his eyes. "You want more?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You want me to make you scream?"

"Yes! Please!" she cried out, unable to contain her need any longer. "I need you to make me cum!"

With renewed intensity, he gave her exactly what she craved, driving her wild with his expert touch. Angela's moans filled the room as pleasure overtook her, the risk of being caught only adding to the excitement. The tension inside her built and built, until she couldn't hold back any longer.

Edmund's fingers joined his mouth, sliding deep inside her as he continued to lick and suck at her core. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and she could feel the climax approaching with each thrust of his fingers. "Oh my God, yes! Just like that!"

He looked up at her, his eyes dark and hungry, as if he were savoring every moment. "That's it, babygirl. Let go. I want to feel you come all over my fingers."

Angela could hardly think straight as the pleasure consumed her. Her body tightened around his fingers, and she could feel the heat coiling tighter and tighter. "I'm so close," she gasped, her breaths coming in quick bursts.

"Come for me, Angela. I want to see you fall apart." His words sent her over the edge, and with a loud cry, she let go. Pleasure washed over her in waves, her body trembling as she cried out his name.

"Yess…. Daddyyy!"

He continued to work her through her orgasm, his fingers moving slowly to prolong her pleasure. Angela was lost in the sensations, her body alive with ecstasy as she clutched at the desk, her body shaking with aftershocks.

Finally, as she came down from her high, Edmund pulled back, a satisfied smile on his face. "You're amazing, babygirl."

Angela looked at him, panting and flushed, her heart racing. "That was… incredible," she managed to say, still reeling from the intensity of her release.

He leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Her heart raced at his words. The thrill of danger was still present, the risk of being caught adding an edge to their encounter that only heightened her desire.

Edmund positioned himself between her legs again, his hands gripping her waist as he lined himself up with her entrance. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and the anticipation made her pulse quicken.

"Are you ready for me, babygirl?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

"Yes," she breathed, her body aching for him. "I need you. Now."

With a deep breath, he pushed inside her, filling her completely. Angela gasped at the sensation, her body instinctively arching

toward him as he entered her. Edmund groaned softly, his eyes locking onto hers as they both savored the sensation of being fully connected.

"You feel so perfect," he murmured, his voice heavy with desire. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to the fullness before he began to move, slow and deliberate. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, the friction building a delicious tension inside her.

Angela clutched his shoulders, pulling him closer as her legs wrapped around his waist. The heat between them was unbearable, and the thrill of their secret rendezvous only heightened the intensity of the moment. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans, but every movement of his hips sent another surge of pleasure through her.

"God, you feel so good," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

Edmund's eyes darkened with lust as he quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and biting softly as his hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her skin. Angela moaned softly, her fingers digging into his back as the pleasure built inside her once more.

"Harder," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Please, daddy."

Without hesitation, he obliged, driving into her with more force. The desk creaked beneath them, but Angela was too lost in the moment to care. All she could focus on was the way he made her feel—the way his body fit perfectly with hers, the way he seemed to know exactly what she needed. Every thrust sent her closer to the edge, and she could feel the pressure building inside her again.

Edmund's breathing was heavy, and she could tell he was getting close too. His movements became more erratic, more desperate, as if he couldn't hold back any longer. "Angela," he groaned, his voice raw with desire.

Hearing her name on his lips pushed her over the edge. She cried out, her body tensing as her climax hit her like a wave. Pleasure flooded her senses, and she clung to him as her body convulsed around him, her nails digging into his skin. "Ahhh! Daddy!" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper as she came undone.

Edmund followed her soon after, groaning loudly as he buried himself deep inside her, his body shuddering with release. He held her tightly, their bodies pressed together as they both rode out the last waves of pleasure.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, their breathing slowly returning to normal as the reality of what they'd just done began to sink in. Angela's heart was still racing, but now it was mixed with a sense of nervousness. The passion had been undeniable, but what would happen next? Could they keep this up without being discovered?

Edmund pulled back slightly, his gaze softening as he looked at her. His fingers gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, and for a moment, the intense desire that had consumed them was replaced by something else—something deeper, more vulnerable.

"You're incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. "I don't know how I'll ever get enough of you."

Angela smiled softly, still catching her breath. "I feel the same way," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we have to be careful."

He nodded, his expression serious. "I know. We'll have to be smarter about this, but I'm not willing to let you go." His eyes locked onto hers with a fierce determination. "I want you, Angela. No matter what."

Her heart swelled at his words, but the reality of their situation loomed over her like a shadow. As much as she wanted to stay wrapped up in this moment, they couldn't ignore the risks. The world outside this room was full of expectations, obligations, and dangers that could tear them apart if they weren't careful.

"I want you too," she whispered, her hand resting on his cheek. "But we have to be smart. We can't let anyone find out about us."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. "We'll be careful," he promised, his voice soft but firm. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

They stayed like that for a moment longer, their foreheads resting against each other as they silently acknowledged the reality of their situation. The passion between them was undeniable, but the risks were just as real. Angela knew they couldn't let their emotions cloud their judgment, no matter how much they wanted each other.

Finally, Edmund pulled away, reluctantly stepping back as he helped her off the desk. "You should get some rest," he said quietly, his tone gentle. "I'll check on things outside and make sure everything's quiet."

Angela nodded, feeling the weight of their choices settling in her chest. She adjusted her robe, trying to shake off the lingering effects of their encounter. As much as she wanted to stay with him, she knew he was right—they needed to be cautious. Every step they took from now on had to be calculated, or the consequences could be devastating.

Edmund opened the door slightly, peeking into the hallway to ensure the coast was clear before he turned back to her. "I'll come see you tomorrow," he said softly, his eyes full of longing. "Stay safe, Angela."

She nodded, her heart heavy with both desire and apprehension. "You too," she whispered, watching as he disappeared into the shadows of the hallway.

As the door closed behind him, Angela sank onto the bed, her mind swirling with a mix of emotions. The pleasure she had felt moments ago was still fresh in her mind, but now it was accompanied by a gnawing sense of fear. How long could they keep this up before someone found out? What would happen if they were caught?

Her heart raced as she thought about the risks they were taking. If her mother or anyone else discovered the truth about her and Edmund, it could ruin everything. But even with the danger, she couldn't deny the way she felt. Edmund wasn't just a fleeting attraction, he was something deeper, something she wasn't sure she could walk away from, no matter how high the stakes.

Lying back on the bed, Angela closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new dangers. But tonight, for just a few precious hours, she allowed herself to feel the warmth of Edmund's touch lingering on her skin, knowing that, no matter what happened, they would find a way to be together.