The Love Bites

 

     Every time they were being intimate, Yana would remind Andrew not to give her kiss marks or love bites on her body parts which were visible even when you're dressed, especially on the neck, so he’d playfully give her love bites on her butt or on her breasts or other parts that were covered by clothes.

     “Because your family won’t like it?” he asked her while they were in bed preparing to make love.

     But she shook her head and said, “No, they know I have a boyfriend so those things are okay for them.”

     "So who’s gonna scold you when you get a visible hickey?”

     “Can we stop talking about it?” she said, kissing him on the lips. “Anyway, you can always give me love bites on my ass.” She chuckled.

     And it was a lovemaking so hot he forgot the rules.

     “Oh, my God! Oh, My God!” Yana shrieked as she looked at her naked reflection in the mirror. “You gave me hickeys on my neck!”

     “Sorry,” he said as he lay down on the bed, still savoring the last few moments of them being one.

     “Sorry? Your sorry won’t do,” she declared in dismay while tears cascaded down her cheeks. “Oh, God, you don’t know what you’ve done!”

     “Relax, that’s not permanent,” he said. “It’ll vanish.”

     “When?” She turned around to face him, anger and fear visible in her eyes. “When everything’s already in ruins?”

     “You’re overreacting,” he snorted as tried to calm her down.

     “I’m not,” she said, just when the room—and the whole building—started to shake.

     "It’s beginning!” she said, eyes wide with absolute horror.

     She rushed out of the room, still stark naked, while the building shook more violently.

--- To Be Continued  ---