Petit extrait de mon roman à venir

Comme elle le voyait sans cesse, elle avait pris l’habitude de sa voix, de ses gestes, de toute l’allure de sa personne, comme on prend l'habitude de ceux près de qui on vit continuellement.

Il lui disait des choses charmantes en lui pressant les mains et les baisant. Elle sentait la chaleur de sa peau et le souffle de son haleine.

Peu à peu il l'enlaçait de ses bras, lui baisait les joues sans qu’elle fît rien pour lui échapper, et effleurant ses lèvres sans lui déposer un baiser. Ce fut une seconde d’un bonheur suraigu et surhumain, magique, sincère. Elle l'aimait, elle ne le voulait pas, mais c'est ainsi. Il le sait, elle le sait, ils le savaient. Il avait retrouvé son épouse perdue d'une autre époque, son épouse oubliée, calomniée par tous.

Elle lui dit, tout, jusqu’à la peur qu’elle avait. Ils passaient ensemble de longues heures d’amour exalté, où les âmes seules s'étreignaient. Et ils se séparaient ensuite énervés, défaillants, enfiévrés. Leurs lèvres parfois se frôlaient; et, ils savouraient cette caresse passionnée, mais chaste.

Il devinait les luttes de son cœur. Leurs bouches à tout instant se cherchaient, et se repoussaient pour se retrouver aussitôt.

En lui touchant la main, il sentit. C’est bien elle, se dit-il. Il se mit à causer à mi-voix, tendre et galant, berçant cette âme qui jadis, il avait aimé de tout son cœur. Elle l’écoutait sans répondre. Elle ne voyait que lui et quand son oreille tressaillait à ces trois mots : « Je t’aime », en baisant sa main.

C’était lui qui serrait sa poitrine contre son cœur, c’était lui qui jetait sur ses lèvres ces caresses victorieuses. C’était lui, qu’elle étreignait, qu’elle enlaçait, qu’elle appelait, le souffle de son cœur.

C’était lui, son tendre époux qu’elle avait tant aimé. C’était lui, qu’elle aime aujourd’hui tout comme, il l’a aimé… d’un amour profond. Les sensations qu’ils ressentaient sans même pratiquer l’acte sexuel, en disait long sur leur amour véritable, un amour cosmique universel.

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Undying Love, the authentic love... XXI

The authentic love

XXI

As soon as Mori had left the kitchen, Chung, grabbed firmly the arm of Madailéin and he turned her, toward him.  

- What part did you not understood when I told you I did not want you to be too familiar with Stuart, he said, furiously. 

- He is my friend, I know him since primary school, I can not, don't to answer him. And if you do not want he to talk to me, tell him by yourself not to talk to me. 

- You're mine Maddie, only mine and if you don't want, I kill that fool, you'll find a very good excuse for not sending you not even a glance! 

- I hate to be called Maddie and let me go, you hurt me. 

- You belong to me, do not forget it. 

- I can make my own decisions, do not forget it.  Mori became in and she was released from his grip. 

She recognized that his jealousy pleased her, although she do not knows if it was provoked by feelings or just a man wounded his pride.

Mai, Chung's sister and her boyfriend came into the kitchen. They had come for the weekend. She then said hello to Madailéin, enthusiastic as always and she smiled at him but the tension was palpable.

- It's weird, every time I come see you, you always have strange heads. Jealousy gnawing at you again, dear brother? said Mai.

He growled.

They took lunch in a silence almost religious, only Mai and her boyfriend talked from time to time.

Shortly after, Saraib arrived. They were so happy to meet again after several months of separation. She was glad that Saraib and Mori, were living the perfect happiness. Except that it is Stuart who came to lead her until the house of Chung and Madailéin. Stuart arrived in the kitchen with Saraib and Mai, and they then proposed that they play four in tennis.

The game started slowly but suddenly, Chung began to strike the ball with such force that Stuart was obliged to reply the same way. Mai, Saraib and Madailéin withdrew, seeing how aggressive this round unfolded. Chung looked at Stuart, with rage, and Madailéin noted that he was determined to to hit him with the ball and if Stuart had not been able to return him, he would have done. Mori was in the corner sipping a glass and had a smile on his lips, swaying his head from time to time.

Mai has suggested returning to the house and moderately convinced they have followed her in spite of themselves, since Mai dragged them inside, Madailéin was not reassured by what it could do, if they stayed alone.

Chung and Stuart have appeared some minutes later.

- Madailéin, we must go to the store. Chung said, seriously.

- Saraib just arrived, I would like to spend some time with her!

- Go ahead, I'll stay with her, we'll discuss. said Mai

- Yes, it's a good idea! said Saraib.

- And bring some beer, Chung said Mori!

- Yeah, it's a good idea, said Stuart.

Chung watched Stuart and entered the kitchen to retrieve his car keys. She was not really convinced to wanting to go there. She did not want, that he begins again with his complaints, but seeing Mai and Saraib absorbed by their conversation, she decided to go. After all, they will be in a public place. Chung hates stories in public places.

She went until the car, and Chung opened the door so she could sit. He went around and entered. Without saying anything, he started the car, and they left.

- Forgive me for just now. he has started. But just think, that he can touch you makes me sick. I know that he is your childhood friend, but you've been already with him.

Madailéin remained silent when that he stopped at a red light.

- I can not get used to the idea. I'm sorry, please, forgive me.

- After how many years you will going to realize that I love you? she asked sarcastically.

- I know you love me, I really regret.

- And then, what was all this overflow of manhood in tennis?

- A very old way to demonstrate who is stronger.

- It does not show that way, I do not need a super hero. I thought for a moment that you will want him to blow his brains out, you looked at him with rage.

- Hum!

- What hum? Look at me Chung, you didn't think to that, I hope! Look at me!

- I have to look in front of me, I drive.

- We're on a red light, you can look at me!

- Do you forgive me? he asked with a repentant face.

- I am serious.

- Ok, the idea crossed my mind, are you happy? Well, what can I do to make you will forgive me?

- Be a man, not a child.

- A man? That's what I did in tennis.

- Oh! God! she turned to look out the window.

They arrived to the shopping center and he came down to open the door, he offered her his hand. She looked away and started walking without wait until he had closed the door. He caught up and took her hand, holding firmly to prevent that she removes it. They came.

- Oh! Look at the dog food? I would see Stuart tied up outside with his flat.

- Yes and I see you already go out for him give kicking. pfff

- I love when you read in my thoughts, my love.

She smiled shaking her head.

- You have a pretty woman, said a man by looking Chung.

- Thanks! Chung said coldly.

- You are pretty Miss! said the man to Madailéin.

- Thanks for the compliment, you're nice. Madailéin replied with a smile.

"Ask her to go out with her while you're" Chung said to himself. "He comes to flirt while I'm there, it's unbelievable"

The man left, bowing Chung, with a nod. And he made a beautiful smile to Madailéin. This is especially the smile that he did, that Chung has seen.

- You okay, Chung? Madailéin asked.

- Yes.

Chung smiled at her but in a manner very different from that which he normally does. He took her by the hand and invited her to follow him.

They did not buy. Chung came out of the the shopping center, dragging her by the hand.

- You're unbelievable, you flirt while I'm there and you make like I was not there. said Chung, in anger.

- I have not dredged and you should be glad that a man finds me beautiful, and he told you! He did nothing behind your back.

- You are very pretty Miss. he exclaimed, imitating his voice. And you make him a big smile. You think I'm stupid? This is called flirting, here as in Japan. I wonder what he would have done had I not have been there!

- He was blond, and I don't like blond, I think you should know better than anyone. she said coldly.

- If it had been an Asian, you'd have jumped to his neck! he said.

- If he was cute maybe, "she said sarcastically. You know me, I fuck with all Asians in Canada. she said, in removing suddenly her hand to his own.

- I'm an idiot dark, I know. Jealousy makes me lose my head, I can not conceive the idea that another man touch you, hug you, hold you hand. Forgive me, I beg you. Forgive me, please. he said.

- He has not touched me! I make you a crisis, when you look at another woman? NO. So does the same.

- Yeah, but they don't flirt with me when you're there, "he said.

- Ah! They do it when I'm not there, "she said, squinting.

- This is not what I said.

- It seems to me that would have rejected her, if a woman came to you, pfff. she said.

- Yes, I would have. Unless (...)

- Unless what? she said angrily.

- Oh! Youare jealous, my baby.

- No, I'm not like, you! she said continuing to walk faster than him.

- So you forgive me or not? he asked.

- No!

It knelt front of her, to the middle of the parking lot.

- Please, don't ridicule me in front of people. Get up.

- I will do what it takes for you to forgive me, you're not anyone in my life, I've already said and I never get tired to repeating to you. he said.

- Say it by singing while you're at it! she said by trying to remove her hand to his own.

- Oh, oh my love! Oh my darling ... I've hungered for your touch ... A long and lonely time ... And time goes by so Steady ... And Time Can Do So Much ... Are you still mine.

- Oh Lord, now he sings. Rise up before to make me the shame of the century.

- So you forgive me or not?

- Yes! Get up now.

Two girls who passed by, they looked at Chung, and gave him a smile.

- You are lucky, to have a man so charming! they said in one voice.

Madailéin turned around to give them a silly grin.

Chung moved her head to see two girls and he smiled.

- What is that smile? Madailéin asked.

- It is only a courtesy, he said.

- You better put it away to your fucking smile.

- You're jealous, baby.- I'm not jealous, you sent them an invitation, only to look at them. Don't make me a sermon, never. And you dare talk about Sami, you looked at them the same way that Sami looked at me. You are not better than him.

He got up abruptly and seized her wrist.

- Madailéin, I never want that these words come out of your mouth. Because if you truly believe that I am no better than him, it would be preferable for an end to this relationship, even if I have to suffer as never before, he said with tears in her voice.

She was sorry that she had said, but he deserved it.

- I scratched the hero?

- Madailéin, stop ... I'm serious.

She approached him and put her arms behind his back, going up gradually, and then she laid her head on his shoulder.

- I'm sorry. But you're flirting with them.

He pushed her away.

- No, what do you want me to do with two sluts who sleep with three different guys each week? Tell me?

- We are still in the parking lot, she said.

- So what!

She approached to him again, and she pressed herself against him. He pushed her away again.

- I'm still angry. said Chung.

He was tempted to kiss her violently, bite her cruelly, but when that she pressed her lips to his, he felt overwhelmed and he let her do. Before losing control to himself, he took her by the hand and they went to the car.

He started up the car. They made some miles and the car was taken to shaking and she stopped in a corner rather deserted. There were only a few houses on one side to the street and a little wood on the other.

- What's going on? she asked, surprised.

- I do not know.

He tried three times to restart but nothing happened.

- I believe one is down ... It's boring.

- What do we do?

- We will wait a bit, and I'll try again later.

She dropped her head on the headrest. He suddenly returned himself, and he looked at her. He caressed her face. He kissed her slowly, without attempting anything more. He caressed her slowly. He moved away and he moved his seat. His beautiful eyes invited her to sit on him.

He kissed her again while her hands snaking under her skirt and caressed her skin. He approached and kissed the bared side of her shoulders. He caressed her over her panty. She gasped as she felt his caresses.

- You should not have put on a skirt so short, baby. he complained, with a voice broken.

He smiled at her. She returned on the passenger seat. He removed his pants, that he lowered his knees. And he grabbed her arm, for she return on him.

She sat astride on him and he possessed her. Their faces were close, their noses brushed. 

- Baby, you drive me crazy! Oh baby!

- You told me you wanted to leave me, it's the way you tell me goodbye?

- Stop! I'll never leave you. But you were odious with me, "he said breathlessly. I can not live without you and you know it.

He intensified the rhythm by holding it by her hips. His movements became more frantic, looking for a single goal. He ended the kiss, his lips finding her neck. And together, they reached the ecstasy a few seconds apart.

He kissed her and moved away. She sat down again on the passenger seat. They handed their clothes.

He tried to start, and the car responded in the first attempt.

She looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

- Ok, I admit my guilt. he said, a big smile.

To be continued...

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Amour éternel - Chapitre XX

* AMOUR ÉTERNEL *

- XX -

Madailéin était assise derrière le comptoir à la librairie. Elle n'aimait pas le lundi, c'était le jour le plus long et surtout la journée où il n'y avait pas beaucoup de clients. Elle était perdue dans ses pensées, regardant par la fenêtre. Elle dirigea son regard vers le livre qu'elle avait commencé à lire et le prit. Elle tourna les pages et se rendit là où elle s'était arrêtée.

La porte de la librairie ouvrit. Sami entra. Comme à son habitude, il avançait d'un pas lent vers le comptoir. Il s'appuya sur ses coudes et lui fit un sourire.

- Bonjour Madailéin, alors la journée? dit-il d'une voix calme.

- C'est lundi, c'est tranquille. répondit-elle.

- Je ne te dérange pas, alors. Je passais dans le coin et je me suis dit que je devais absolument venir te saluer par politesse. dit-il en souriant.

Elle riait toujours de le voir sourire. Elle ne savait pas que le visage pouvait contenir autant de muscles. Il réussissait à se faire des rides incroyables. Pourtant, sa peau était lisse comme celle d'un bébé.

- C'est très gentil, alors, quoi de neuf? demanda-t-elle.

- Bof! dit-il sans émotion. Alors toi et Chung, ça va? demanda-t-il.

- Oui, ça va? dit-elle. 

- Alors, il n'est pas revenu trop bourré hier soir? Il n'est pas commode lorsqu'il a bu, dit Sami.

- Tu sais, un homme reste un homme, quand il est bourré, il est bourré, si tu vois ce que je veux dire, dit-elle en souriant.

- Lorsque Chung prend un peu trop de boisson, il devient agressif.

- Non, je le connais, qu'il soit sous l'effet de l'alcool ou pas, il n'est pas violent. Tu me racontes n'importe quoi! dit-elle. Mais bon... ce que j'ai ressenti hier, n'était pas du tout de l'agressivité. dit-elle en souriant.

Sami grogna.

- Madailéin, nous allons parler. Si tu veux bien m'écouter.

- D'accord, mais ne me raconte pas n'importe quoi, cette fois, dit-elle en lui faisant un clin d'oeil.

- Laisse-moi terminer jusqu'à la fin, même si l'envie te prend de rouspéter. D'accord?

- Ok! Tu piques ma curiosité! dit-elle.

- Chung t'aime, il faut être fou pour ne pas s'en rendre compte. Mais le 

Chung que tu aimes et qui t'aime, n'est pas celui que tu crois. Ce n'est pas un homme sans reproches. Il a fait des erreurs dans sa vie.

- Qu'est-ce que tu me racontes là! dit-elle, surprise.

- Laisse-moi finir, je t'ai dit de ne pas m'interrompre. Lorsqu'il te dit qu'il pourrait tuer pour toi, il faut le croire, tu ne sais pas de quoi il est capable. Et sa jalousie est sans pardon. C'est mon meilleur ami, c'est comme un frère pour moi. Il ne faut pas avoir peur de lui, il ne te frappera jamais, il se tuerait après, s'il le faisait. 

- Tu es saoul, dit-elle en souriant. Tu me parles d'un homme que je ne connais pas. Je ne vois pas l'intérêt.

- Tu n'as pas compris, je crois. Chung peut-être très dangereux, tu ne sais pas qui il est. Le vrai est insouciant des autres et cruel. Lorsqu'il veut quelque chose il l'obtient... Pour t'aimer il t'aime c'est certain, mais il ne fera jamais de toi sa femme. Même s'il te l'a dit, ne le croit pas, tu n'es qu'un amusement pour lui.

- Grrrrr! Tu commences à me faire peur là... dit-elle sans émotion.

- Il ne fait que jouer avec toi alors que moi...Je t'aime... Et je te jure que je ne le laisserai pas te faire du mal... Voilà.

- C'est vraiment ton meilleur ami? Je ne voudrais pas savoir ce que tu dirais s'il était ton ennemi, dit-elle sans le regarder. Tu es supposé être pour lui et non contre lui. dit-elle.

- Tu n'es pas choquée? demanda Sami.

- Non, pourquoi, le serais-je. Je le connais, je sais qu'il est jaloux, même très jaloux, mais je sais aussi, qu'il n'est pas fou.

Sami haussa les sourcils.

- Écoute-moi, Sami. Tout le monde a un passé, moi y compris. Mais, il faut apprendre à tourner la page. Je suis à même de le faire. Alors nous devons faire le point et grandir! Je ne mettrai pas mon couple en péril à cause d'une discussion anodine!

Sami, la regardait surpris. Il n'en croyait ses oreilles. Il était en train de lui dire que Chung pouvait être dangereux et elle prenait cela comme un grain de sel. Il n'avait même pas réussit à la faire sourciller. Sami soupira agacé, et les nerfs à vif.

Sami n'a pas de petite-amie, parce qu'il convoitait une fille hors d'atteinte, la compagne de son meilleur ami. Elle représentait tout ce qu'il recherchait chez une femme. Elle était belle, intelligente et drôle, et de plus, il n'y avait pas grand chose pour la décourager. Il était amoureux d'elle, mais Chung avait mis la main dessus avant. Sami se demandait sérieusement ce qu'elle avait pu lui trouver.


- Alors Sami, tu es venu me voir que pour me faire peur? Ou tu es venu me voir en tant qu'ami, si tu sais encore ce que ce mot veut dire, dit-elle ironiquement.


Au lieu de répondre, Sami se rapprocha d'elle.


- Tu n'as pas encore compris, dit-il surpris.
- Comprendre quoi? marmonna-t-elle.


Madailéin sentait le souffle frais de Sami, balayer son visage.


- Si tu savais à quel point (…)
- Qu'est-ce que tu as mangé pour le déjeuner? demanda-t-elle. Parce que ton haleine, n'est pas très... alléchante, dit-elle sans émotion.
- Tu veux bien me laisser finir? dit-il.


Il commençait à s'énerver.


- Ah bon! Excuse-moi, dit-elle en levant les yeux.
-Si tu savais à quel point, te voir tous les jours dans les bras de... Chung. Je pourrais… non, je voudrais te donner tellement plus.
- Sami… souffla-t-elle.
- Madailéin, dit-il sur le même ton.
- Il va te tuer, murmura-t-elle. Tu viens de me dire qu'il est dangereux et tu oses me faire des avances, soit tu es courageux ou soit, tu es simplement stupide.
- Je prends le risque, et je n'ai pas peur de lui, dit-il.
- Bien oui! Tu ne m'aurais pas dit qu'il était dangereux! Mais bon... pour revenir à ce que tu pourrais me donner de plus que lui, je souhaite que ce ne soit pas ce que tu as mangé, parce que vraiment, si ça goûte ce que ça sent, ce n'est pas gagné. dit-elle en riant.
- Tu ne pourrais pas être sérieuse pour une fois? dit-il offusqué. Tu es chiante, merde... ajouta-t-il en frappant sur le comptoir.
- Mais il y aurait une autre possibilité, dit-elle en lui faisant un clin d'oeil.
- Oui, quoi? dit-il tout sourire.
- Je pourrais te présenter ma cousine, elle est tout aussi chiante que moi, dit-elle en le fixant.
- Laisse tomber, dit-il en se dirigeant vers la sortie.


Elle soupira et elle donna des petits coups sur le comptoir avec ses ongles.


- Sami chéri, dit-elle. Viens me voir, approche-toi tout près de moi, dit-elle.


Il se tourna brusquement. Sa voix était froide et dure. Cette voix le fit frissonner.

Il s'approcha d'elle. Seulement quelques centimètres séparaient leurs visages. Ses yeux passaient de ses yeux à sa bouche, de sa bouche à ses yeux.

Elle prit son menton dans sa main et tourna sa tête, pour qu'elle puisse voir son oreille.

- Sami, dit-elle d'une voix douce.

- Oui, Madailéin, dit-il la voix tremblante.

Elle prit son lobe d'oreille entre son pouce et son index et tira dessus brusquement. Il fit une mimique douloureuse.

- Si ce n'est pas Chung qui te tue, c'est moi, qui te tuerai, si tu oses encore calomnier Chung ou si tu oses encore t'approcher de moi. dit-elle, sans aucune faille dans sa voix.


Elle retira ses doigts de sur son lobe et poussa son visage brusquement.


Il avait le visage pâle. Il la regarda dans les yeux, et il s'aperçut qu'elle ne plaisantait pas. Elle avait le même regard que Chung, la même lueur menaçante dans les yeux. C'est surtout ça, qui le fit se sentir mal, beaucoup plus que ses paroles.


- Bye Sami, et bonne fin de journée, dit-elle, ne le lâchant pas des yeux.


Il se dirigea vers la sortie, ouvrit la porte et il quitta sans la regarder.

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Undying love - Chapter XIX

* UNDYING LOVE *

- XIX -

When she awoke, Madailéin, walked to the kitchen to make a quite vigorous coffee. The door of the room opened. Chung was there behind her. He looked up at her, and he approached her. Madailéin froze when she felt Chung took her by the wrist.

- You want some coffee? she asks.
- No, I want no coffee. Please, look at me, he said. I beg you, look at me.

She moved away a bit and put her eyes in his own.

He leaned over her and he kissed on her lips, with passion. She was so surprised that she was slow to react. His kiss made her way to her brain and she pushed him away suddenly. He stepped toward her.

- Chung, why are you doing this, it amuses you torturing me? she said angrily.

She bowed her head and shook it from right to left. He stepped toward her, then another, and took her in his arms. She pushed him away again.

- Let me love you, Madailéin.

He squeezed his lips on hers. He played a moment with her mouth, then he passed his tongue over her lower lip. The sensation of his tongue on her lips, gave her a hot flash. He pressed her harder against him. She dipped her hand in his hair and shook it. He grunted and she could feel his manhood all occur at this time. She stepped aside.

He looked at her, he approached her and rubbed against her. A groan came from his lips.

-Tell me, Madailéin! Tell me! he said.
- I love you, Chung.

He groaned with pleasure. Feel him so close to her, was so good that she never wanted, it to stop. He made her a shy smile.

- Just few hours with me and you will never be able to do without me.
- You are a boastful, Chung. she said, smiling.
- Maybe, but I'll love you until you have no strength.

He made his irresistible smile.

- You'll see stars, my love. he said, sure of himself.

Gently, he stroked the curve of her face and without saying anything, he placed a chaste kiss on her lips. He did not want to scare him. He hugs made her barely discernible, his trembling hand.

She was frozen as a statue, her eyes riveted on him, surprise.

He took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. Before she could say a word, he leaned over her and their lips were found. He wanted her, too eager. He feared not being able to control himself. He felt she was holding, because of him. His mind was a battlefield. His personality the most reasonable and begged him to leave her alone. While this part of him trying to win the battle, he heard Madailéin, whispering his name softly against his lips. He could smell the exhilarating scent of her mouth and, for the first time since they were together, he answered her call.

As if she had realized what he was going to do, it was her who pushed him away.


- What are you doing, Chung? she asked, surprised by this sudden change.

- Is not always what you want, Madailéin? he said puzzled.
- Sure, Chung, but you always pushed me, so why are you doing this?

She seemed lost. In a caress on the arm, he encouraged her to continue. 

She began to blush.

He loved to see her blush. Which reminded him how much she was white.

- Chung, not now. she said.


He squeezed his fingers a bit more around her arm.

- Madailéin, let me do it. You put me in such a state, Madailéin ... A state that, you alone can soothe.


He was terrified of the passions that were reflected in his own words. Under normal circumstances, he would have blushed, but starting to lose patience, he shut her up by plating his mouth against hers, so warm, so sweet. He closed his eyes, and forced Madailéin to open her mouth. She gasped when his tongue met hers.

- Chung, what are you doing? Why do you decide to kiss me like that? she said and turning her head.

It was electric. He tried with difficulty to control himself... and she felt the tear bed linen, under her, so he had trouble keeping control. He wanted, Madailéin, he wanted her so strong.

With a trembling hand, he went up her dress and touched her breast. Her reaction was not long to wait, she pressed herself against him. It was so much need of her hugs that he not detained her, when she took off the shirt he wore. A muffled sound came from his throat and he looked up.

Of his body, he jammed Madailéin on the futon. His desire was increasing, while trying to maintain control. He pressed against her, he made her understand how he desired her. His gestures were sharp and sweet at once. His eyes was no longer human, he don't had the look of a man, but a wild beast.

This time he passed his left arm around his neck and his right hand buried in her hair. Not knowing what to do before this surge of desire, he positioned himself between her legs and he was surprised by the intense heat that it gave off. He felt his pants get too close, and unpublished images, impure flashed through his brain.

- Madailéin, you'll make me crazy, he said.

She was happy and anxious at the time. That look, she had never seen before. This man looked at her, was no longer her love, but another completely different.


He took her by the hair and pulled her head back. He nibbled her neck, he seemed to smell her odor like a tiger, does with its prey. He surrounded her like a snake.


His desire grew exponentially. His frenzy had taken over, and he began to lose control of himself. Caught by vertigo, he hid his face in her neck to subside.


He nibbled her right collarbone, so she felt his pelvis against hers. She could not withhold a groan, and she felt, he's was smiling against her skin. Encouraged by the sounds that came from her mouth, he rubbed his manhood a little more against her belly. She shook her head, trying to gather all her force to push him away.

- Chung, stop! Go no further.

She put her palms against his chest, and pushed him gently but without appeal. It took him a while to realize what she had just said. He swore before lying to her side. As she looked at him, she could not help but see his member extremely tense. She suffered for him. Chung had not stopped looking at her, seeming lost in thought. She dressed herself, and that's when he decided to get up, and he approached her. He looked at her straight in the eye.

- Why? he protested.
- I'm willing to wait a little longer. Tonight you have given me what I expected more from you. she said.
- Are you scared? he asked, disappointed.

- ...
- Are you afraid of me? You're afraid of what? he asks again.

She put down her eyes on him.

- No! she exclaimed. Only, you know, it has been almost a year since you push me away without stopping. I'm a little disoriented.

He finally understood what she meant, and where she was going. He burst out laughing, annoyed.

- Why you make fun of me Chung? she asked, insulted.

He calmed his laughter crisis.

- I'm not laughing at all, do not worry my love. You're mine now. Never forget.

Smiling, she buried his face against his chest.

- Chung, I'm ready to wait a little longer. I don't want that you do it, just to make me happy.

He raised himself off her, and lay down beside her.

- You think I just wanted to make you happy? It was a staged. I'll point out that I have ... before you. If you know what I mean. But if it is as you wish, Madailéin if I can make you happy ... he said, sighing heavily.

"She leaves me frustrated as ever, that is boring!" he said.

He said nothing for a few minutes. He seemed to think deeply. He sat up and took her head between his hands.

- Go ahead, please, let me know now I can not wait. he said.

- You want me to tell you what? she asked, surprised. 
- It's my fault. Things do not start today, and I am aware. he said. 
- No, Chung! she interrupted.
- Let me end what I have to say. I refused to make love to you so many times, I've repulsed you, I am not always been tender with you, and yet you stayed. I did not want to go too fast at first. Sami has possibly been right, I should prove you than I love you, if I did not want to lose you. Frequently, I caress you, and I leave you like that, without satisfy your desire. And jealousy, makes me crazy. When I knew, Sami has kissed you, it put me out of me. and you know the rest. The only thing that scares me is losing you ... is that you walk away from me. said he, by kissing her forehead.
- But I love you Chung, you know it! she said.
- It's certain that if he starts again, I kill him, I snatched his head. he smiled nervously. 
- You're not bad, Chung, words have exceeded your mind, Madailéin murmured.
- You are my reason to live, and I can not even imagine myself without you, under penalty to die. You have to promise me something back, he said, looking her straight in the eye.
- Yes, what? she said.
- Promise me, than you will never be able to love anyone else but me, he said softly.
- Yes, my love, yes I promise you. she said, passing her arms around his neck. So, you're a naughty boy? she said, smiling. So prove it to me!
- Uh! Han? he said surprised.
- Use your little brain, this is not obvious, but I'll give you fifteen minutes, the time that your brain can react.
- What did you say? he asked.
- You understand what I said, she said.

She rubbed her body against his own, like a cat in heat. She looked at him with a touch wild.

- Is what you'll be smart enough to improvise? she asked.
- You're gonna kill me, you know! he said, looking at her intently.

His eyes were bright. She was surprised, and drawn by the intensity of his gaze. She frowned, trying to go back to the present moment . She remembered their first meeting. She remembered the thousands of shivering, she felt in her body, when Chung had touched her hand at the museum. She also remembered, that she had found him beautiful and it's always true.


He chuckled by approaching her. He put his nose into her neck. She let out a groan, and he tickled her. He slid his lips on her throat, and he kissed her lips tenderly. Her hand rested lightly on his neck. This kiss was sweetness and tenderness. This kiss, even if it was chaste, was sensual. He wanted, she feel the feelings he had for her, without having to tell her. With regret, she moved away and kissed his cheek, and she moved away, again.

She withdrew her arms around his neck, and went back to the kitchen.

She heard footsteps behind her. She turned around he was there, looking even more savage.

- I don't want to hear you, you don't want, Chung said in a voice tense. Because, I could take it badly.


He could not help but take control, as usual. Chung laid her on the bed, abruptly.

His kidneys were powerful, his eyes were black, he growled, she was almost afraid. But her head turned, under the waves of desire which invaded. He could easily feel them. For the first time, he wanted to see the pleasure, in her eyes. He froze in her, and slipped his hand under her chin.

- I want you to look at me... Look at me or I'll promise to stop. he said with a bestial voice.


She opened her eyes.

- Chung! What's wrong with you, you ok? she asked.

He said nothing, his hips came to meet hers and their skins rattled against each other. His groans and grunts invading the whole room. She clutched at his shoulders, she screamed. He stopped abruptly. He took her left leg in his hand and placed it on his shoulder. He began again his violent blows with more vigor. She arched her body and planted her nails into his thighs. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he stopped.

- What are you doing? she asked, surprised.

- I keep it for next time, he said.

- It's self-mutilation, she said, smiling.

- No ... love, nothing only love.

He rolled on the side. He kissed her forehead, she passed one of her legs over his legs, half of her body on his own.

- You know? he asked.

- Yes ...
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Author's note: Just a message to those who are against or do not like this story. Needless to send private messages, useless to blame me, I will not respond and I will not change my characters. You lose your time and make me lose mine. The funniest of these messages, this is not the fact that two characters have an intimate relationship, but fact that this is an Irish and an asian ... to say that the relationship between a Japanese and an Irishwoman is impossible and downright unlikely, or can not exist. I'm the author and I gives me the right to create characters I want, and just as I also gives me the right to do what I want with them, likes it or not.


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