Sometimes sex is a part of love, but it can also be unrelated to it.
In the repeated collisions and thrusts, Margaret's legs grew weak, so she simply leaned against the waist-high wall, breathing deeply and shallowly. She was close to Douglas, almost encircling him, her soft breasts trembling and brushing against her fiancé's cheek several times. Cherry-red nipples pressed against thin silk, exuding a tantalizing allure.
Yes, temptation.
Douglas was tense all over, sweat beads rolling down his temples. His usually cool and calm black eyes now glowed with an abnormal dark red, like molten lava burning through rocks.
The ointment applied to sensitive areas was working relentlessly, stimulating the skin, teasing desires. The pain from the whip became ambiguous, overshadowed by a soul-devouring itch that covered his entire body.
He still felt pain.
But pain and desire were mixed together, indistinguishable.
He still felt disgust.
