As the words faded, he lunged at her again, pressing her against the cold stone wall, passionately kissing her, almost biting her lips. Perhaps sensing their impending separation, this time she only put up a symbolic resistance.

Edith''s body, along with her dress, gradually slid down the icy wall, landing on the icy, hard ground. She felt droplets of water splashing over her body, unable to distinguish whether they were from the water dripping from the stalactites above or tears shed by the young nobleman, tinged with a smile.

Raphael pulled out his already hard organ, moistening it with her arousal, and once again they became one. As he moved his body, he swiftly used his fingers to stimulate her clitoris, seeking to bring her even more pleasure.

The desperate and frenzied power that nourished his soul gradually infected Edith as well. Her hips instinctively rose to meet him, yearning for his fleshly arrow to penetrate even deeper.

Faint echoes of soldiers'' chaotic footsteps could be heard from the entrance, but neither of them was willing to let go for a single moment.

Suddenly, amidst a brief lull outside, Edith recognised a familiar sound, panic-stricken as she pushed against Raphael''s chest, pressed tightly against her own. "Stop, Raphael! Someone''s coming in! It''s the sound of Andre''s footsteps!"

A smirk formed at the corner of the young man''s mouth as his eyes darkened. "Hmph, since he''s so impatient to come in, let him witness it all!"

Realising his intentions, fear engulfed her instantly. "Please, I beg you to stop, Raphael! Don''t ruin him, ruin yourself, ruin the three of us!"

"Kiss me again, my love! But don''t expect me to stop!" Raphael''s movements never ceased, only growing more frantic. "Let him barge in and shoot me if he wants. Even in my dying moments, I will thank the Lord!"

His sentence had not yet concluded when Andre, dressed in military uniform, hurriedly ste