He was on fire himself and his hands were the brands that brought not pain, but the sweetest pleasure.

Even in bed, sweet pleasure had turned to disaster.

It was such a sweet pleasure because they would meet so soon again.

It was the sweetest pleasure that had touched him in three long years.

The phone didn't ring, and what a sweet, simple pleasure that was.

To think she had denied herself such sweet pleasure for so long.

That sharp, sweet pleasure he could bring tempted her more each time.

Which gave me the sweet pleasure of waking him up.

But there are times when melancholy can provide its own sweet pleasure.

Not without enormous pleasure, but sweet and sad in its own way.