Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 14
Sharpsoftwavesofunspeakablepleasurewashedoverherasheenteredher,andstartedthecuriousmoltenthrillingthatspreadandspreadtillshewascarriedawaywiththelast,blindflushofextremity.
HeheardthedistanthootersofStacksGateforseveno’clock.ItwasMondaymorning.Heshiveredalittle,andwithhisfacebetweenherbreastspressedhersoftbreastsupoverhisears,todeafenhim.
Shehadnotevenheardthehooters.Shelayperfectlystill,hersoulwashedtransparent.
’Youmustgetup,mustn’tyou?’hemuttered.
’Whattime?’camehercolourlessvoice.
’Seven-o’clockblowersabitsin’.’
’IsupposeImust.’
Shewasresentingasshealwaysdid,thecompulsionfromoutside.
Hesatupandlookedblanklyoutofthewindow.
’Youdoloveme,don’tyou?’sheaskedcalmly.
Helookeddownather.
’Thaknowswhatthaknows.Whatdostaxfor!’hesaid,alittlefretfully.
’Iwantyoutokeepme,nottoletmego,’shesaid.
Hiseyesseemedfullofawarm,softdarknessthatcouldnotthink.
’When?Now?’
’Nowinyourheart.ThenIwanttocomeandlivewithyou,always,soon.’
Hesatnakedonthebed,withhisheaddropped,unabletothink.
’Don’tyouwantit?’sheasked.
’Ay!’hesaid.
Thenwiththesameeyesdarkenedwithanotherflameofconsciousness,almostlikesleep,helookedather.
’Dunnaaxmenowtnow,’hesaid.’Letmebe.Ilikethee.Iluvtheewhenthaliestheer.Awoman’salovelythingwhen’er’sdeepterfuck,andcunt’sgood.Ahluvthee,thylegs,an’th’shapeonthee,an’th’womannessonthee.
