"Anything you don't want me to do?" He asked, just wanting to make sure she would be comfortable enough to convey anything to him, good or bad.

Michel wants them to not feel ashamed about it and to talk about sex honestly, hopefully, this will also help her get over any trauma she may still be carrying around being with Mr. Aiden.


"And what would that be?" She tilted her head to the side and looked at him curiously but with a smile on her face.

Not wanting to pressure her and keep the moment light, he shrugged and placed a quick kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Could be anything. Maybe you don't want me to put on a dirty puppet show or some kind of crap like that?" He joked.


She nudged him from the side, receiving a chuckle from him, soon followed by another kiss.

Grabbing her wrist to stop her, he poked her back, eliciting a squeal from her as she startled, sitting up straight. He pulled her closer.


Suddenly there was a change in their attitudes, the playfulness disappearing as Fanny looked at him with sincerity.

"I love you, Michel..." she whispered.

His gaze trailed along her mouth as his lips twitched with a small smile. His eyes blinked when he met her, the sparkle in them enough to make Fanny shiver.

She didn't know how to describe, the way he looked at her. It felt a lot like hunger like he was going to eat her if she wasn't careful.

Leaning in, he kisses her more, gently at first before turning passionate. He moved her lips, let go of her wrist, and grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, the other on her hip.

Fanny wrapped her arms around him, running her fingers through his hair. Something came over her as he pulled her closer, pulling her into his lap.

Both of his hands rested on her knees before running up to her lap, grabbing the dress she was wearing. Fanny lifted her hand, her breathing quick as he took it off her.

He dropped it on the couch beside them, his gaze fixed on her chest. Taking off her bra in quick fluid movements, he caught a nipple with his mouth, his tongue circling around it as his hand drifted between them, sliding along the black lace separating them.

She groaned, turning her head as he started rubbing. He knows exactly what to do, where to touch, and which button to press. She gasped and twisted before his fingers even slid under the thin material.

He stroked the lower part of her belly, sending electric currents through her. It came so quickly, a sudden rush of pleasure swept over her.

"Michel, I'll..." She couldn't even speak.

Michel stroked her, not letting go until her muscles relaxed again.

He kissed along her breasts, embracing her center, as he whispered those words into her ear. "I love you too."

In response, Fanny pressed small kisses to his lips, kissing the corners of his mouth before kissing along his jawline.

Reaching between them, she fumbled with his belt, doing just enough to free him from his pants.

Finding his 'member', she caressed a little. He was stiff, pounding in her palm as she ran her thumbs along her head.

He groaned, wrapping his arms around hers, stroking himself harder than she did.

She wants him, all of him, everything related to him. She wants him in her, on her, and around her, lighting up the gloom with his smile and breaking the monotony with his chaos, making her feel it all. things she shouldn't feel.

God, she craved it. Fanny could feel that Michel was about to lift her off of him and put her on her back, so she quickly put her hand on his shoulder to stop him.

Pausing for an instant, Michel looked at her with confused eyes as she shook her head, licking her lips.

"I just... I need to be in control, ok? At least at first... I have to..."

Michel silenced her with another kiss right away, showing her that he understood.

Leaning a little away from her face, his eyes met hers, he nodded firmly and even adjusted himself a little on the couch, making her sit more comfortably on top of his head.

"Whatever you want, Fanny."

Feeling so relieved by his undying support, Fanny couldn't help but kiss him again, crushing her lips against his until they were right back where they were a minute ago, hard breathing and too excited to stop.

Pushing her underwear aside, she then leaned over him and slowly sank into his lap, sighing as she felt him fill her.

Michel rested his head on the couch, his hand resting on her small back while she was there for a while, just getting used to the feeling. Though she soon couldn't take it anymore. Soon she was on the move.

Slowly, at first, brood over his lap, savoring the look on his face, but then with more and more determination. His jaw dropped, his eyes closed, his tongue grazing his lower lip, wetting it.

It was a look of anguished joy, a kind of beautiful torture, the kind he seemed to welcome. Finally, she picked up speed, pressing on him harder, faster, her breath rising and falling as he filled her up deeply.

His eyes opened, staring at her as his hand ran up her back. Grasping her shoulder blades, he pulled her down his body harder as he twisted his hips, pushing up to meet her.

"Yes..." he said, his voice bordering on a growl.

"Yes, Fanny. You are so beautiful. So perfect."

Fanny pressed her lips to his, silencing him with a kiss. Pressure built up in her heart. It didn't take long for it to rush out through her extremities, another orgasm rocking her, taking over her muscles, and bringing her to a halt for a moment.

Michel kicked in, grabbed her hip, and pulled her out of his lap, hurling her onto the couch on his back.

He was on top of her immediately, back inside her, her legs over her shoulders and his knees pressed against her chest.

She yelped, unable to stop the sound, as he slammed into her. The orgasm that had almost subsided had returned to full force.

Fanny gritted her teeth, trying to be quiet, but every push knocked the noise out of her. Michel groaned.

"Michel, I..."

They could no longer speak, closing their eyes, for their faces formed expressions of joy so profound that it took them only a few more seconds before finally reaching their final climax.

After making love, they lay there, Michel and Fanny had moved to the bed, both lying on their sides, facing each other, their feet tangled in the sheets.

His arm was serving her as a pillow while his free hand continued to stroke the side of her face.

On the other hand, Fanny has her own arm around Michel while her hand plays with the necklace he's wearing, eyes closed.

"Are you praying?" He whispered the little joke as if trying to be careful not to disturb their moment.

She opened her eyes. A faint smile appeared on her lips, Michel's heart contracted at the beautiful sight, leaning in to gently press his lips to her forehead.

"I pray this moment never ends." She whispered back.

Michel locked eyes with her at her words and kept her gaze. He didn't know what to say about this or how to react. But he knows one thing for sure, he feels the same way.

"I'm sorry I can't stop time..."

She shook her head, inching deeper into him so she could kiss him gently.

Michel's arms under her curled around her body in response, holding her more securely to him as he kissed her back, biting her bottom lip before moving on to her upper lip her, to the corner of her mouth, to then cover both her lips completely again.

They were silent for a few seconds, just looking at each other one more time before she pulled her arm from around him so she could place her hand on his chest, pushing him onto his back.

She moved on top of him and lay there, listening to his heartbeat, the steady sounds soothing her.

"You're alive..." She mumbled softly, her lips brushing against his chest.

Michel stroked her back, stroking her long black hair carefully.

"It's for you."

The two fell into another comfortable silence until Michel moved slightly below her.

"Fanny."

"Huh?"

"Marry me."

Lifting her head from his chest, she slowly turned her head to look at him, finding him looking at her with absolute seriousness.

Again, it wasn't exactly a marriage proposal, although it still felt completely different than it did at breakfast that morning.

"I... I said I would." She said softly.

Michel smiled as he moved around the bed, making them both settle into a cross-legged position on the mattress.

He then stepped forward and removed the necklace from her neck, took off the Black Roses ring to reach out, and slid it onto her ring finger. And surprisingly, it fits perfectly.

"How? Why?"

"Fit?" He smiled as he helped her climb onto his lap again, this time sitting aside so she could still look at him as they spoke.

Fanny nodded.

"This ring used to be my mom's. She has pretty, petite hands just like you, so I'm not surprised it suits you. I have mine too. I'm just keeping it in my pocket. Safe." He explained.

"I'll wear it once we make it official."

Inadvertently a big smile appeared on her face before the added comment.

"So you're going to show everyone that you're a married man?" She teased.

"Didn't I show everyone that you're my woman now?" He challenged with a frown.

Grinning, Fanny leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck. "That you never fail."

And with that, she kissed him again.