He crouched beside the bed and pushed up her skirt, watching for any sign of distress.

"You can change your mind at any time..."


"I will not." She said, her voice trembling as she raised her hand, letting him pull her skirt over her head.

He was stunned as he stared at her, the contrast between her pale skin and dark panties striking.

The strong, hotheaded girl from before suddenly seemed fragile, and he could never live with himself if he somehow broke her.


She reached over and unbuttoned his top button, but he took her hand.

"Relax, okay? Let me..."


Her lips curled up at his words.

He took off her bra, threw it on the floor, and stared at her as he brushed his hand across her chest.

A red streak started to appear on her cheeks and dripped all the way down her body.

She lay on the bed when he finished undressing, clutching the duvet. Loud groans hit the wall as he stroked every inch of her skin with his tongue.

Her body writhed, her legs shaking as she melted for him.

She smells sweet like nectar that he desperately wants to consume.

A hungry man, coveting her like never before.

She cried as her body exploded with joy, at the sight of her pushing Michel over the edge.

He shrugs off his shirt, tossing it with Fanny's clothes, before kissing her deeply.

She wrapped her arms around him, breathing erratically as he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor.

"We can stop..."

"I don't want to stop."

Breathing a sigh of relief, his excitement overcame his fear.

Hovering over her, he kissed her jaw and bit her neck lightly, his heart pounding in his chest at the warmth radiating from her.

Her hand rested on his skin like electricity as she ran her fingers over the scar on his side, remembering that this was proof of their connection.

She tilted her head as he kissed her throat, his lips moving along her collarbone. His nerves flared as he reached between them to grab himself.

"I'll go slow, okay?"

She nodded as she clung to him, her nails digging into his back, her body stiff as he pushed inside her.

A whimper escaped her throat as he held his movement still to give her time to adjust.

Fanny holds him tight as she buries her face in his neck, breathing in his scent as she allows her to fully welcome this sweet intrusion.

"My beautiful and brave girl..." He whispered, the words just spilling from his lips.

His voice was gasping with anticipation as he tried to soothe her, her body relaxing with each word.

He moved again and sparks flew through his body when felt.

'It feels like…" She said, her eyes closed.

Electricity ran through him from where they were connected, goosebumps appearing as shivers ripped through his spine.

When he makes love to her, he finally gets a feel for what that means.

They were experiencing something together, an intensity he had never felt before.

It was all hers, every inch of her body, inside and out, fused with his.

"Only you." She whispered as if she could read his mind.

"It'll be just you, Michel." Her words lit a fire in his heart, stirring the possessiveness that demanded they belong together, forever, just like this.

They move together deliberately, falling into a perfect rhythm.

Her noises grew louder, and he took one of her hands, linking their fingers together as he pressed it against the mattress.

An involuntary noise escaped his throat in response, a rumbling growl as hunger swirled through him.

He continued to fill her up and took her free hand, placing it above her head on the bed. His body weight was on hers as he pulled her knees up.

Nuzzling her neck, he tasted the saltiness of sweat as their bodies slid smoothly against each other.

Then, when the emotion subsided, she snuggled up against him, her hand on his chest, over his frantic pounding heart.

They lay together, legs entangled, as they enjoyed the moment.

"I love you." Fanny sighed, kissing his shoulder.

And suddenly everything changed.

There was an ache in his chest, coming from his heart, the pain of love so overwhelming, so intense it took his breath away.

But he couldn't stand it.

For him, this was not the happiest moment of his life.

Michel was very scared.

Because in his world these three words mean giving up any control he has.

Any control over how to protect those close to him.

The control to protect her.

"Michel?" She asked in a small whisper when she saw him suddenly staring at the ceiling, completely frozen and unresponsive.

Tears began to fall from her eyes as the sobs rose, burning her throat as the tumor suddenly got stuck in her throat.

'Michel… just… just say something…"

But he can't.

Instead, he just got up from the bed and started putting his clothes back on.

"Michel, please."

He can not.

Michel simply couldn't go back and face her after what she said, after what they did.

Shaking her head, tears finally began to flow as she tried to breathe steadily but failed as her sobs cut off her natural flow of air.

"I wish you would hate me...because this is a hundred times worse..." She cried, covering her face with one hand.

Biting his lip and closing his eyes, Michel fought with himself.

Why?

Why can't he just put everything aside and hug her like he did just minutes ago?

Turning around, the scene before him tore inside as his throat choked with his own torn emotions.

"Fanny, I..."

"I'm leaving. You said I could leave right?"

Michel hesitated.

"You speak, Michel." She cried, punching the bed as tears sparkled down her pale face.

Unable to answer, he ended up just nodding curtly at her.

Standing up from the bed, Fanny covered her body with a blanket while she hurried to the bathroom.

"Then that's what I'll do. Sort it out."

Before Michel could react, the door slammed shut, leaving him half-dressed, standing alone in the room after experiencing the deepest love he'd ever felt.

However, he still felt something regretful.