Rough Raph(1)

silently, feeling his body trembling slightly, but it was feverish and provided her with some warmth.

Suddenly, Raphael pushed her down onto the layers of leaves on the damp earth, pressing her beneath him, panting heavily as he exclaimed, "It seems we''ll have to warm each other this way!"

Before she could react, he unleashed a frenzy of caresses upon her, his fingers and tongue wandering over her body, igniting sparks of desire wherever they touched.

"Let go of me, Raphael!" she cried out in panic, struggling to free herself.

Raphael lifted his head from between her legs and lunged forward, passionately kissing her lips. This kiss was filled with more desperation than the one they shared in the candlelit room—it was a kiss of despair. He kept caressing the hair at the back of her head, his teeth occasionally grazing against hers. She felt a hot and rigid object pressing firmly at the entrance of her garden.

"Raphael!" When he finally released her, she called out with a tearful voice.

"Have mercy, have mercy on me, dear Edith! Don''t you forgive a man who''s on the brink of death!" Raphael cried out with deep affection and sincerity, as if he was the one begging for pity.

He kicked off his culottes, spread her thighs with his hands, and thrust himself into her. The agonizing pain made her sob; he leaned over, capturing her tears with his mouth.

"Andre..." She turned her head away, avoiding his kisses, intentionally or unintentionally invoking the name of her lover.

Upon hearing this call, a momentary glimmer of sadness flickered in the depths of his eyes, quickly replaced by a bitter smile. "At least I look like him, don''t I? You can consider me your Andre, my love. I won''t mind, but please show me some mercy!"

A beam of moonlight seeped through the dense foliage above, illuminating Raphael''s intoxicated and fervent countenance. Through her tears, she gazed at him and, in an instant,