Women in Love by D H Lawrence Chapter 29 Page 46

She moved convulsively, recoiling away from him. His heart went up like a flame of ice, he closed over her like steel. He would destroy her rather than be denied.

But the overweening power of his body was too much for her. She relaxed again, and lay loose and soft, panting in a little delirium. And to him, she was so sweet, she was such bliss of release, that he would have suffered a whole eternity of torture rather than forego one second of this pang of unsurpassable bliss.

‘My God,’ he said to her, his face drawn and strange, transfigured, ‘what next?’

She lay perfectly still, with a still, child-like face and dark eyes, looking at him. She was lost, fallen right away.

‘I shall always love you,’