Amour Douloureux Novels & Stories

The sensation from his kisses had overwhelmed her senses, and she screamed in pain as he thrust into her with full force. She had never felt such pain before. Her hands tried to push him off, but he was too heavy, and his movements were too intense. “Ahh… please, mmm,” she pleaded, her moans growing louder as the pain slowly turned into a strange, addictive pleasure. “Goodness, ahh-oh,” her moans filled the room as Damien kept his pace, steady and hard. His body was still burning with an unnatural heat, and it seemed like nothing he did could calm him down. So he lifted Aurora’s legs higher and continued to thrust into her, ignoring her pleas and moans, which only fueled his desire.

His mouth continued to Amour as well as several other limbs who tortured Amour mercilessly. “I'm sorry, Ma. Amour is truly sorry for Mama. Amour doesn't even know this time what mistake Amour has made.” Amour lowered her face and a minute later she screamed as she felt her hair being pulled very hard by the mama and unluckily the woman who had given birth to Amour ignored her cries and moans.

Aurelio growled in her ears and she just nodded when tears didn't enable her to speak. "I'm sorry..." She cried loudly falling on the bed weakly. Aurelio pulled out the dildo from her to see stains of blood on it and his gazed furrowed "Is she a..." He thought and looked at her as a memory flashed through his head Aurelio threw it aside and slowly pealed off his clothes off his body, his tattoo looking dangerously s*xy on him. "No... Please" Amour cried. "I will always obey your order, I will do whatever you want Master but please no more, it hurts.. Pl- Ahh.." Amour gasped when he slowly spread out her legs and buried himself inside.

He inhaled with too much weight and he felt dizzy from the smell of alcohol on Theon's breath. "I waited this long to happen, wifey." He seems to be true to hcharcoal word it mentions. It was like needles that had pierced her heart and she couldn't stop crying. It hurts! “E-each night I’m hopelessly praying that maybe ... Maybe you could see me more than just a husband, that you love me too, that you also see my value. Because I, s-I love you so much Amara, ”his voice growled and there was no denying that it hurt so much.

I have to smother my sobs with my pillow to contain the sound. Love was supposed to be healing, to erase the pain of the past, but how is it that, once again, I can’t get it right in relationships and even a fake marriage? Why does it hurt so much? I’m so hurt and angry that my heart is beating erratically. I don’t want this to affect me this way. Indifference is supposed to be my defence and not a prison, but I feel like I’m caged in the very defence that I created. I’m angry at him for making a fool of me. I’m angry at him for making me believe that there was something there. I’m angry at him for making me want to run away. And I’m downright furious that I love Marcello Andres.

It was raining like cats and dogs in the lower part of my body. He got up and came towards me; he pressed his lips on mine and gave me a sweet kiss before I felt his hands over the folds of my pussy. His one finger was slowly running amid the rain that he caused. “You are wet, sweetheart.” He whispered in my ear, I moaned in answer. It was torture, a very painful but sweet one. I was loving the feeling, but I was hating the time-consuming act that he was performed after eating me like his last meal.

We’re both going through heat, and because we feel each other's pain, it’s so much worse. I whimpered. The pain was suffocating. The door shut, and Damien rushed back to me. "Baby, what do you want me to do?" he asked. I grabbed his face and kissed him, pouring all my desperation into it. The moment our lips met, some of the pain subsided—but not all of it. Damien responded immediately, his hands gripping my waist as I pulled him down on top of me. His kisses, his touch—it dulled the agony, but it wasn’t enough.

Every nerve screamed in white-hot pain as the two thick cocks ground and rubbed against each other through the thin wall separating her cunt and ass, the friction like fire against raw flesh. “Feel that?” Damian growled, choking her. “That’s what real pain feels like.” The sisters were forced to stare into each other’s eyes while being destroyed. Aurora’s face was contorted in pure agony, tears pouring down her cheeks as Elias pounded her asshole without mercy. The burning, tearing friction made her sob uncontrollably, her tight ring feeling like it was being ripped apart with every thrust. Sophia’s pain was deeper and more crushing — the brutal fullness and grinding pressure inside her maki