About the book: 1995 / THE DARK FURIOUS OF LOVE... Their clothes were scattered in disarray on the floor. Françoise laughed quietly: “For a man who had no intention of making love, you undressed very quickly.” “I didn’t say that I didn’t want to make love to you,” Denis replied. He lay naked on Françoise's silk covers, and it was all too obvious that he really wanted to make love to her. - I said it was dangerous. And that's exactly what I meant, Francoise. I won’t be able to come here after my marriage.” Françoise sat up on the bed and hugged him: “You can.” Wriggling, she clung to him: “And you will.” She kissed the back of his head, biting him lightly. Then she said: “You know, I’m not going to miss such exquisite entertainment.”.