The Unwanted Matrimonial
, I jumped a little when he bit a little to hard and I felt his chest moving up and down, this idiot was laughing
“Did I hurt you?”, he bought his face up and examined my neck with caution while trying to hold back a laugh
“I don't know, it burns”, I trace my fingers where he bit me
“It's coming along nicely, damn you're such a good bruiser”, he chuckled, and I pushed him off me
“I could suffer from a stroke if you happen to bite one of my veins, and it ruptures open”, I scoffed, but he kept on caressing what I was sure now was a hickey like he was somehow complementing himself on a job well done