Hickey Bite Marks Novels & Stories

His heartbeat under my ear. Morning. Bathroom mirror. I assess the damage. Hickeys on my throat – four of them, climbing from my collarbone to just below my jaw. Dark purple, the kind that take a week to fade. A bite mark on my shoulder, crescent-shaped, his exact teeth pattern pressed into my skin. Another bite above my left breast. Bruises on my inner thighs – high, where the stockings sat, oval marks from his sucking mouth. Handprint bruises on both hips – his exact fingers, purple on pale skin. My ass still faintly pink from the spanking. Red marks on my wrists from the belt.

He inched away to behold the art he had created. A euphoric sensation flooded through his veins as he stared at the hickey on her skin that he just had made. The sight ignited something dark inside him, a desire to put more marks on her gripped him. He adorned her neck and shoulder with his bitemarks, making sure they would be visible to the world. They were not just hickeys but his open claim on her, they were the symbol of their shared intimacy. No one should doubt that this girl was taken.

“I drew pictures! One for you, one for Mommy, and one for Grandpa. Come see!” Grandpa June stood in the doorway, leaning on his cane with a warm, knowing smile on his weathered face. His eyes twinkled with quiet amusement as he watched the family reunite. As Cecilia walked closer, carrying Hope, the old man’s gaze flicked to her neck. A faint, reddish mark a fresh hickey was visible just above her collarbone, partially hidden by her hair but unmistakable under the porch light.

She glanced at herself with teary eyes. Her neck was full of his bites, her shoulder to melons, every inch has been bluish due to biting marks as if a wild animal has scratched the flesh of her body. Even some of the Hickey's on her body were still fresh. Her shoulders were painting because he was pressing them continuously throughout the night. Her lips were swollen as he had bitten and sucked them harshly. She was startled by the new look of her. As she had never seen such arms on her body. She was feeling like even a dog bite could be a little better than this one.

I probably sound very dumb right now. Shelby’s giggling dies down. She takes my hand in hers as she smiles at me. I can tell she is trying her best not to burst out laughing again. “A hickey, my dear Rose, is a hot kiss a man gives a woman. The kiss burns with such passion it leaves a mark. Well, that and the sucking. It is also known as a love bite. It’s just proof of the passion you shared with Alpha Mark last night, that’s all.”

Last night when I had gotten shit-faced drunk to quench the burning desire that had suddenly gripped me out of nowhere, I was sure Seth also had something to do with that. I pushed the blanket away and took in the condition of my skin. I gasped as I saw dark Hickey and bite marks littering over my chest, my arm, in between my thighs, and I felt sore all over. The headache also started registering to me because it was suddenly causing my head to bang as I stared at my state.

I hum, tracing the marks that line her upper body. “She’s been bitten nine times,” Jacki sobs, clinging to her husband. “They’re not meant to wound, though,” Paul points out, pointing to the one of on her neck that lines up directly with mating mark I made on her throat. “It’s a mating mark.” Mary huffs a cry, falling to her knees.

He looked so displeased with the sight like he was actually just seeing it for the first time and I feared he was going to mark me before he came back to his senses. Thankfully, he didn't do that. Instead he dragged his teeth… or rather fangs, over the sensitive skin of my neck, because damn, that feels too sharp to be just teeth. And he did that not hard enough to leave his permanent mark on me, but enough to cause me to bleed slightly before dragging his tongue over it and officially left a deep hickey… an evidence that defied all rules of decency within this household.

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.

Tiana’s heart also skipped a beat when she saw him, and she tried desperately to find any ‘evidence’ of that alleged affair. She refused to believe that he would have an illicit affair with a woman like Nasi! Her gaze stopped at a coyly hidden hickey on his collarbone. It looked more like a bite mark than a love mark. A line of teeth imprint was visible, and it was obvious that it was there not too long ago. This was like a lightning strike, and they all stood rooted to the spot, especially A surge of excruciating pain welled up within Tiana. She once more eyed Nasi’s body that were full of suggestive bite marks, which could not be concealed. Her grievance and fury were immeasurable!