A Hundred Ways To Hurt

Chapter 3: Sensual Fatality

Hello angels, I really hope you're enjoying this story so far, however, there's a reason this story is rated Mature and I'm afraid that my younger darlings are gonna have to skip most of this chapter because it's NSFW-ish... So sorry dears but you're gonna be missing out on a few details. :) Don't worry, I'll catch you up later.

She looked at him with lust. Her eyes, hazed over in a defiant gaze, beckoning him to touch her as she snaked her arms around his neck. He gazed down at her in a haze. He grabbed her hand gently and placed a chaste kiss on her palm. Their eyes met.

"Ales."

His accent tickled her lips as they collided. Tongues oiled in saliva fought for dominance as teeth collided a bit; creating a harsh "clanking" sound. Alessa recoiled a bit after one awfully hard collision at which Morris immediately apologized for his roughness with a gentle peck to her cheek. From her cheek, he began to sprinkle tiny little kisses down her throat, leaving microscopic hickies for her to admire in the morning. Alessa moaned as Morris reached her sensitive side on her neck  and bit hard. While Morris pleasured her with hickies up and down her jugular, Alessa struggled to take off any articles of clothing that got in her way of her reaching maximum pleasure. She easily took off her shirt and moaned when Morris latched their mouths back to their tongue wrestling rematch. She had a little trouble with his shirt, however, because he suddenly distracted her with his hands roaming her frail body. 'Such cold hands' she thought to herself as a particular touch of his forefinger caused a chill to echo in her spine.

She knew this session was gonna end quickly. It always did. Ever since he made her take the celibacy pact on their wedding day, they'd only get through a few minutes of kissing and groping various body parts before Morris's damned mind starts to kick in and leaves Alessa in a pool of hollowed memories. But ... She never complained about it.

So here, while her husband sucked on her neck and she struggled to take off the damned shirt, Alessa couldn't help but analyze their situation. Even though Morris was shoving his tongue down her throat and rubbing her hips just the way she liked it, she couldn't help but feel distance between them. Even though he was right here, right in front of her, she sensed his mind somewhere else. 'Maybe he's distracted by his work.' She thought as she felt Morris travel back to her throat- warm tongue gliding around her throat as if it were an ice rink.

A small nip on her collar bone had her melting in a sauna of bliss. With a moan, he bit a small chunk of skin before healing the bruise with another lick. A series of licks followed and was rewarded for being patient with another bite.

Lick
Lick
Bite
Lick
Lick
Bite

After a few minutes, Alessa started to grow bored of her husband's failing attempts to please her. The rheumatic series of bites and licks Morris placed on her collar bone had driven her into a painfully dull spiral and completely had her drowning in her own thoughts; waiting patiently for the time to pass.

'Is this all we're gonna do tonight?' She thought when she felt another lick to her shoulder. 'I mean, I do love him and all, but come on, Morris, jazz it up a little bit. You're kinda killing me here.'

Instead of finding the expected bite, she found herself yelping loudly to a harsh pinch on her outer thigh. 'No! No! That's not what I meant' Alessa could feel her outer thigh faintly stinging from the pinch as Morris continued with the old "lick n' bite" technic.