Excuses For Hickeys On Chest Novels & Stories

Right as I began to question what I was doing, I saw my image reflected on the water. My face was beet red, and my lips were swollen. My hair was damp and unkempt as it rested on my nude upper body. My neck, chest, and abdomen were full of purplish hickeys and love bites. There were more of them on me compared to those I made on Dicken’s body. A bite mark on my chest was more obvious than the others, and there was a little bit of blood oozing from it. It looked just like a brand that had been seared onto my chest.

I was so reluctant to go into the bathroom. I look at myself in front of the huge mirror. I silently curse as I caress the bruises everywhere on my body, especially the part of my chest where there is a bruise due to his reckless restraint on me last night. Even my inner and lower core. I caress my lips and jaw, it also has small and light bruises. It was also because of his reckless kisses and hugs at me last night.

I felt a pang in my chest, I know I said it was a drunk mistake and nothing more but he saying it like that felt wrong. “Really?” Thaila teased, “Ace, did you look at your neck in the mirror? Blair, did you look at your chest and neck in the mirror too?” My eyes found their way to Ace's neck and there was a hickey, I blushed thinking of what might be on my neck and my chest, “Well, we are a couple so it's okay for things like this to be on our body,” I kicked my leg on the floor while biting my finger and using my head to rub Ace's back.

I didn’t even realize that Aziel had sucked on my skin so hard and long enough to leave a hickey. Now I won’t be able to forget even if I wanted to. I noticed that he also left two hickeys on my neck and another close to my areola on my left breast. Leaving me with five hickeys in total. My hand left my breast and I brought it down to my belly. “What are we going to do now?” I let out a deep breath and met my eyes in the mirror. My hair was just as disheveled as Aziel’s had been before he left. I picked up a hairbrush and ran it through my hair, untangling the ball of nest on my head.

"Haha, You are so cute when you get embarrassed. I wanted to have a great eve with you dancing the heart out on my birthday. Nope, I didn't plan on getting physical on that day!" "But, you made bruises on me,.." I said looking down. I am not sure what I feel now. "Did I? They are called hickeys, baby! Not bruises. Bruises are made when you are forced. Hickeys, well, you earn it!" GOD, How embarrassing! "um... I thought you... uh..misused me by adding alcohol in our drinks." "I did ask the bartender to add a little wine to your drink. True, but that was just to make your inhibitions vanish. Not to get you on my bed!"

He stormed down the stairs. “I…” my mind was pretty blank trying to come up with an excuse. I hadn't thought up a lie yet. “There was an emergency—” before I could say more, he grabbed the neckline of my shirt and pulled it down, exposing a hickey I had struggled to hide. I was covered in it. “You've got to be kidding me,” he groaned with a heavy disgust in his voice.I stepped back, my hand covering my neck, “Kris, I can explain—”

When I was done, I washed my hands, and as I patted them dry, I noticed hickies on my chest, breasts, and neck. “What the…” My eyes dropped to my legs, and I found the same marks on my inner thighs. What did Dominic do to me last night? I quickly returned to him and shook him vigorously out of sleep. “What did you do? What is this?” I pointedly asked, showing him the sometimes pale, sometimes dark pink and purple round marks all over my body. “It was that or bite marks,” he grumbled. “But that’s nothing. I feel like you stripped my back raw. Your short nails are sharper than kitten claws.”

I was sore in all the right places and heck, I needed a damn break! I pulled over my white thin blouse and then chuckled at the sight of millions of hickeys that were all over my body, from my neck, down to my belly. I turned to look at my back and it was just the same. Deep red spots and some teeth marks. I seriously needed a long break from them. After everything they did last night, I was going to split into two if they ever asked for some again.

he said. I nodded my head and slowly, I walked — limping to the bathroom. I let the blanket down and stared my reflection. My mouy hung open when I saw marks all over my body. There were hickeys just above my breasts, and on my shoulders. I also seen some on my inner thighs. And as I look at those marks, I vividly remembered everything from last night.

It turns out that I was under-reacting. The hickeys on my neck have turned a very nasty and ugly yellowish colour. They are everywhere, on both sides of my neck, my breast, my shoulders too. I still have faded marks from when he had cut me with the knife, and teeth marks too. They won't scar, at least he is smart enough to avoid that.