Lady Chatterley’s Lover

She was perfectly dim and dazed, looking down in a sort of amazement at the rather tender nape of his neck, feeling his face pressing her thighs. In all her burning dismay, she could not help putting her hand with tenderness and compassion on the defenseless nape of his neck, and he trembled in a sudden shudder.

Lady Chatterley’s Lover by D.H. Lawrence.

Anthony Green.

Anthony Green.