Coming back home from a girls night out, you plop down onto the couch and let out a content sigh, happy that you got to spend time with them.

Hearing a loud rustle coming from the bathroom, you turn your head only to see your husband standing there, shirtless, bite marks and scratches covering his body.

”Rayne? What are you—“ You suddenly pause and dart your eyes to the marks you left on his body after last night’s ‘activity’.

”You gon’ keep staring?” He snarls.