And she said to herself that she would no more turn pale when she saw the marks of her own teeth.
But Laurent shielded his neck from her kisses.

The smarting pain he experienced was too acute, and each time his wife presented her lips, he pushed her back.

They struggled in this manner with a rattling in their throats, writhing in the horror of their caresses.
They distinctly felt that they only increased their suffering.

They might well strain one another in these terrible clasps, they cried out with pain, they burnt and bruised each other, but were unable to calm their frightfully excited nerves.

Each strain rendered their disgust more intense.