La Douleur Exquise Novels & Stories

I hugged the pillow harder, gritting my teeth in silent agony as tears pricked at my eyes. He thrust deeper, unrelenting, and my vision blurred with watery tears. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, desperately trying to stifle the groans of pain that threatened to escape. Pain overtook any fleeting pleasure, dominating every sensation, but I endured it quietly, a dark satisfaction blooming beneath the torment. I was content, twistedly so... that he was my first, that this ruthless man was the one branding me with this excruciating, intoxicating feeling.

he bucked a little more sharply, dug a fraction more deeply as I felt the micro tears splitting with that unique burn telling me it was starting. I was finally there, on the edge of that cliff. With a few more presses, that stinging pleasure would blossom into a firestorm if I could keep going..... “Yes,” DJ panted, holding himself still while I all but impaled myself to reach the almost painful precipice of the build. “Just... like...that...” he encouraged with each rock that brought me closer until I shattered. Split my every cell to reach the climax that defined the French expression la petite mort, a mini-death. My soul left my body and soared into heaven in the convulsion.

Damon, however, seemed completely lost to the beast. My toes curled as he kept his momentum going. My insides were so over-sensitized that the pleasure had crossed the border into a strange, beautiful pain. I found myself sobbing, the tears hot and fast. My face was wet, my hair matted to my forehead, and I knew without looking that my neck was a collage of marks he’d claimed.

My upper body lowered down, my face on the other side of the pillow before I rose back up. The pleasure rippled through me so much I thought it would paralyze or kill me. A loud moan escaped with a cry after because this, him suffering and fucking me so wildly, sent me to the edge too. There pleasure I derived from pain was like a hit of cocaine. It was not normal. Normal people didn’t come from such deep pain.

Isla felt a dizzying sense of pleasure, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. Isla closed her eyes, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her. The sensations were a symphony of delight, a crescendo of sensations that threatened to consume her. Every touch, every movement, was a masterpiece, a testament to Vincent's expertise. She arched against him, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure, her mind a whirlwind of sensations.

he ordered. Axl stood there staring blank at space for about 2 minutes before the maid distracted him. "What are those for ?" He asked. " To make you feel better and remove foolishness from you" Dementrio answered. "Your acting like my father" he mocked as he laughed. Dementrio drew closer to him and smelt alcohol instantly. He must have been drinking, he thought. "Take have some of the painkillers" he said handing him a few tablets of different drugs

CHAPTER 34 La Douleur Exquise La Douleur Exquise - the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable Origin: French 34 It was unexpected to see Channing around here and it was very coincidental that I had to be with Nick. It's not that I don't want them to meet, but I just dont want Nick to feel a little bit down when he sees Channing. I know Nick hates or has a problem about rich people and Channing is rich and can be very boastful sometimes.

I felt the tip of his hot member on my entrance and my hand found its way to his biceps while the other grabbed on the sheets as I prepared myself. Even from losing his patience, his move is slow and gentle as he pushed his tip inside my hole. The head alone stretched my flesh that it almost hurt but an incredible pleasure was also there. He really is huge! “Uh, you’re incredibly tight, Lila.” He whispered my name as if he’s out of breath. My eyes screwed shut when he continued pushing himself inside me, continuing to stretch my insides. This should hurt, right? They why all my mouth could utter are moans of pleasure and wanting?

The dual sensation snapped something inside her. She came screaming louder than before. Her whole body seized, walls clamping down so hard he cursed against her neck. She squirted again hot, clear fluid spraying out around his cock, soaking his thighs, dripping down onto the sheets. Her reflection showed it all: head thrown back, mouth open in a silent wail, thighs shaking violently. Damien fucked her through it—relentless drawing out every spasm until she was sobbing with overstimulation. “Again,” he growled. “Come again. I’m not done.”