Sweet Bite Marks Novels & Stories

My thumb traced over them, and I felt him shiver under the touch. “If you really want to know the difference…” I let my hand linger there, “…this is just a bruise. A hickey. It comes from suction, from biting down on the skin. Fades in a few days, carries no weight, no meaning. Anyone can give or receive them.” Kyle swallowed, his voice small when he asked, “What about the mark?” I turned him gently, tilting his chin until the angle revealed what I had hidden there. The bite. My mark. Unlike the fading red-purple stains scattered lower on his skin, this one held darker—etched into him, not just resting on the surface.

I could feel his cock pulsating underneath me as he found his release. It wasn’t until I tasted blood that I realized how hard I was biting. I quickly let go of Owen, but he moved his hands to hold me in place as he licked my neck. When he let me move, I asked what he was doing and why I felt the need to bite him again. “Sometimes mates bite the mark. It’s common, you and I both felt the urge. Every time we do, it strengthens our bond. It should feel good, did it not for you?” his voice held concern.

Benedict's mouth had returned to its exploration and prolonged examination of Sabrina's neck, his tongue licking gently over the bite mark he had left there before. Sabrina was placing a haphazard line of kisses over the side of his face, tasting sweat and hair gel. Her hands slithered down his shoulders again, then farther, her palms pressed flat into the small of his back, and she pulled him in close as she reached a little lower to squeeze his arse cheeky like. She bit him this time, going a little more in and pressing her teeth further, so that his large bruise formed on the side of her neck.

Feeling the every corner of his face, until he knew it was clean, an arm move to his bosom, returned him to realization that his not alone in his room. He didn't know that he would wake up with someone besides him, he follows the trails of this fair hands, to a slim arm to its reddish shoulder, full of kiss, bite marks. He smirked at the sight of those wild love bite marks, it's quite brutal to see, since some turn black and blue, spreading to its body like a disease, yes a disease cause by a naughty mouth.

My mate immediately rolled to the side, gripped my hair harshly and placed a firm kiss on my lips, the sweat from his forehead transferring onto my face. “You always make my day complete.” He told me gently as he pulled away from me and stood from the bed, leaving me lying there, making sure to toss the covers back over me. My mind was racing as I watched him leave and go into the bathroom, as I reached up and tenderly felt my marking spot. He had bruised me, but I could swear I felt something wet, so I quickly reached up and swiped my marking spot, bringing my fingers in front of my face. There was blood, he had bit me hard enough to draw blood, yet still refused to mark me.

I opened the cover. The first few pages were filled with diagrams of the neck, showing exactly where the teeth were supposed to sink in. There were sketches of the "Mark"—the jagged scar that was supposed to be a badge of honor for a mate. I ran my fingers over the bite on my own neck. It felt like a brand.

I wish he was with me all my life. I walked and stood in front of the mirror to look at myself. I saw many different purple marks all around my body. Some were fresh while some had faded away. But my upper body was filled with them. I smiled at them. I remembered how he sucked the place after giving a love bite soothe the pain. They were the marks of his love…..

“Catching the blade like that, if that were really sharp, was incredibly dangerous.” He nodded. “May I ask, if whether, that is—” “If I’m a fan of blood play myself?” he asked with a small smile. “Not particularly. I recognize why others find it arousing, but to me, bites are signs of affection.” “You and your wife performed a mating bite,” I said, thinking it was odd I hadn’t seen it on him. It must have been on his chest.” He shook his head as though understanding my thoughts. “That sort of bite disappears when a mate dies. The only mark I’m currently sporting is from you.”

Callan whispered to me, stroking my cheek as he spoke. “I love you.” I smiled up at him, running my hand along his cheek. Even before either of us could catch our breath, I was ready for the next step. “I want to mark you.” I whispered to Callan as I ran my hands over his chest, kissing him along his neck. A deep rumble escapes his lips as I moved my lips and tongue over his neck and down to his shoulder. He tensed as I reached the place I was going to mark. “Right there.” I purred as my teeth elongated and I bit into the spot where his shoulder and neck meet. I licked the mark and examined it. I knew looking at it that it was going to be a dark blue and red color, a combination of both me a

“I’m fine.” “That’s good,” he whispered, and it seemed like it truly brought him relief to hear “But did you have to bite me?” I snapped, my anger resurfacing. “You’re mine. Of course I marked you,” he countered. “Yes, but I meant everywhere else!” I exclaimed, then pulled up the sleeves of my blouse, showing the blue and red spots from his biting. Cain seemed shocked himself, as if he couldn’t quite remember leaving that many marks, but then a smile spread on his lips. “That’s not funny!”