He left the kitchen with blood dripping from his knuckles. I know he won't bandage his hand with this anger of his. I tried to give him pain but I failed every time because it caused more pain to me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and tried to follow him but as soon as I took a step everything became blank in front of my eyes. The last thing I know is my body falling on the cold floor while tears fall from my half-open eyes. Everything was blank in front of my eyes. I could sense everything but my eyes refused to open and clear the blackness in front of my eyes. My head hurts so bad. The only thing which I could sense was the cold floor and something dripping from my head and that sensation was slowly taking over my consciousness completely, slowing my breathing.

"Z...Zanvil we can't do this in the middle of the d.  ..day and that too in the kitchen" I said breathing heavily while protesting. But he shut my protesting mouth with his hot one. His tongue found its way inside my mouth, melting my protest with his every stroke. I don't know what got inside him. As soon as he came stomping in the kitchen he made me sit on the kitchen island. Making me stop what I was doing and started assaulting my lips. He spared my lips only to let me breathe but continued his assault on my neck. "Z...Zanvil stop. What if someone walks in" I said, breathing heavily. "I don't care if someone walks in. You are my wife and if I want to make love to you in the kitchen. I will do it again and again," he said in his determined voice. His touch was making me go insane. His words made a shiver run to my spine. His words touched the monkeys in my stomach to somersault kisses still have the same effect on me as th