Handling that kind of material in a way that feels, I dunno, human and not just exploitative is incredibly rare. I stumbled on 'Wasted' by Marya Hornbacher—it's a memoir, not a novel, but the writing around trauma and violation is so visceral yet grounded in the survivor's internal reality, it reframed how I think about graphic content needing to be 'sensitive.' For fiction, Anne Rice's 'The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty' series is famously explicit, but whether it's 'sensitive' is a whole debate. It deliberately operates in a fantasy-space of power and consent, so the graphicness feels part of a constructed psychodrama rather than a real-world portrayal. I guess I look for narratives where the violence serves character exploration, not just shock.
Some of the darker 'dark romance' subgenre tries to walk this line, but often fails into glorification. It's less about finding a novel that portrays the act 'well' and more about finding one that portrays the aftermath with care. That emotional scaffolding is what makes a graphic scene part of a sensitive whole. When it's missing, the graphicness just feels gratuitous.