Beautifully Painful Novels & Stories

Pain and pleasure mingled as his tongue worked my nub. My lips parted and I cried out, unable to contain it. Tristan’s eyes flashed with triumph, and he pressed closer to my center, devouring me. I thrashed under him, gasping. It was painful and mind-bendingly pleasurable. I was torn apart and put back together, miss-matched and wrong but back together. I slumped against the bed, resigned, exhausted, my body throbbing with pain and the remnants of my orgasm.

A wet, dull thud followed by the sharp crack of bone giving way. The force lifts me off my feet and I hit the dirt hard, rolling with the momentum, tasting copper and dust. Pain explodes in my side. It’s a white-hot supernova that radiates from my ribcage, seizing my lungs and blinding my vision. For a moment, I just lie there, staring at the spinning sky. The pain is exquisite. It’s so gloriously loud. It screams over the silence in my head. It drowns out the memories of him. It’s real, and it’s here, and it demands to be felt.

She left the wall and tried to take a step away but she was brutally pulled back and pinned on the wall, this time he didn’t hold her hands, he stood with one of his elbow on the wall above her and another hand in his pocket, he continued to glare at her “I’m not done yet, what makes you think you can just walk away,” Hurt, Hurt, Hurt.. you hurt me so much, Love, Love, Love, I love you so much, Pain, Pain, pain, why do I feel pain so much?.. All Hearts !!

SLADE Pain. The kind of pain that made it hard for me to breath. Pain that made my heart throb, It felt like a hot knife slicing nonstop through my skin. I’d never felt anything like it. Of all the blows life has dealt me in the past, this has to be the worst, and trust me, I’ve had to deal with a lot of things throughout my lifetime. My mistakes have come back to haunt me in the worst way possible.

I could feel him stretching me, filling me completely, and my body responded with a hunger I didn't know I possessed. With each hard thrust, I felt myself opening up to him, my walls clenching around his thick length as if trying to keep him inside me forever. The pain was a delicious torment, a symphony of sensation that played through my body with every movement he made. I could feel my orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was inextricably linked to the pain he was giving me.

But before the door could close shut, adrenaline surged through me, and I involuntarily held the door, stepping out too and following her out. But as soon as my feet touched the low grass of the earth and the moonlight drank upon my skin, a mind-numbing pain scourged through me, bringing me to my knees with an immediate effect. A groan left my lips, and yet, even in that amount of pain, my eyes were still trained on her retreating form. The form was so beautiful yet so wicked. She didn't even spare me as little as a glance. And somehow the fact that she didn't care about my pain greatly enhanced the pain.

Tears streaked my face, not from the wrenching grief in my heart, but from the raw, stabbing pain burning through my eyes. I gasped for breath, my hands clutching my face. I was in so much pain, but I refused to scream out. My nightgown was soaked, clinging cold and heavy against my skin despite the bitter chill in the air. I could feel my body resisting, fighting the seal pressed tight over my eyes. The pain was unlike anything I had ever endured. It was sharp, invasive, unbearable, as though something ancient were forcing its way back into me.

Each movement, no matter how slight, ignited a fresh surge of tomernt, leaving me trembling in anguish. I gingerly touched the wounds, wincing as a searing pain shot through my fingertips. The torn flesh was tender to the touch, and even the genlest brush against the wounds sent waves of fiery torment coursing through me. Blood smeared across my fingertips, a stark reminder of the price I had paid for my defiance.

This time, it was more vicious and painful than before. It was an indescribable pain that spread bit by bit from her heart, stimulating every nerve, every cell, and every inch of her skin. It was even more unbearable than being skinned or having her bones chipped. Mable wanted to call for help but realized she had run out without her phone. There was a rumble in the sky. In an instant, it started raining even heavier. The pain continued intensifying… However, her consciousness was clear. This was the poison’s feature. The more painful it was, the more conscious she became, and the more torturous it was!

Not now. A sharp pain strikes into my chest, slashing through my skin, reverting to my bones. My feet step back, away from her. The pain is unbearable. My body keeps the posture straight, not letting the pain take over my face. I would rather die than let anyone see the cruel misery surrounding me. The pain grows impulsively stronger, my heart shrinks deeper, evoking a stinging sensation through my skin, screeching into my ears. As I am about to crumble down, she touches my wrist, making her grip stronger.