*Author's Note* Hello Everyone! This chapter contains some more graphic content and disturbing psychological situations. Please take note before reading.

Ecstasy possessed every cell, she had never known the height of pleasure that was consuming her soul. No thoughts clouded her mind, instinct taking full control over her body. Crimson nails dug into the scarred back of her beloved husband, creating fresh trails of speckled blood. Droplets of sweat began to form on the nape of her neck, as the weight of Gomez's body pressed against her. Breath was unattainable as their tongues dueled vigorously. She arched her back, desperate to be crushed beneath his broad chest. Leading the rhythm, Gomez grabbed Morticia's hips squeezing the flesh under his strong fingers.

Biting and pulling at her flesh, Gomez was becoming increasingly more aggressive. Morticia willingly offered herself to satiate his growing appetite. Bruises were beginning to form in her inner thighs, where he had mercilessly pinched the tender flesh as he traveled from her swollen lips to her sternum. Fingers were probing all her sensitive areas, teasing her nerves until they erupted in the form of low moans.

His name became the only word she knew. Morticia's fingers traced over his face, feeling the strong lines of his brow down to his jaw. He captured her wrists with one hand and held them above her head. Pounding against her breast, her heart was trying to keep up with how quickly they were moving. As he descended upon her lips once again, his free hand delved into her raven hair, grabbing a fistful of the tresses and pulling. Submitting completely, Morticia tilted her head back as Gomez devoured her neck. She ceased to exist anywhere besides in the passion of each thrust.

Morticia was lost in pleasure, completely possessed by her husband. Tightening around her wrists, his grip became almost unbearable. She pulled against his hand, only to have her arms pushed back harder. His face was buried in her neck, sucking on the precious vein that pulsated with liquid life.

"Gomez"

It was a hoarse whisper, meant only to steal his attention and lessen his intensity on her throat. Instead, he gripped her wrists harder, making her hands numb. Teeth buried themselves in her perfumed skin making Morticia gasp at the sudden pain.

"Mon Cher"

The adoration doubled as a plea. Although their love making was adventurous and constantly testing boundaries, Morticia knew his indifference to her was untypical. Panic began to consume the joy that presided over her mind. His thrusts became harder and more frantic, losing the elegant rhythm that created the music for their passion. Just as her voice began once again, his face was plastered against hers, stealing the air that would have begged his name. Suffocating her with his tongue, she tried to break away for just a moment of air, but his hands moved to hold her head in place.

With her arms suddenly free from his grasp, she could feel the rush of blood swarming to her deprived fingers. Pin pricks stabbed at each nerve as they were relieved of their former asphyxiation. Needing to breathe, Morticia forced her weakened hands to hold Gomez's face and pull him away from her swollen mouth. It took her three attempts before she finally regained enough strength to push him up. Sapphire eyes waited to meet his hazel, demanding an answer to his sudden abrasiveness. Instead, hollow sockets stared at her, sucking her soul into their dark void. As she tried to process the horrific image that had replaced her charming husband's visage, the terror increased. Decaying before her eyes, his beautiful olive skin bloated and turned blue. Chunks of skin began to fall from his cheeks, leaving only strings of flesh to cover the sides of his mouth.

Morticia's heart was racing so fast it made her feel faint, but the overwhelming fear forced her to stay conscious. She was so frightened she couldn't scream, she was a prisoner in her body and under his weight. Not having any other release, tears began to cloud her vision.

Gomez's jaw dropped open as the last of his flesh fell on Morticia's chest. The rotten tissue fell in a sickening scatter, releasing a rancid smell that stung Morticia's eyes. A screaming skull was all that was left of her precious Gomez. Morticia was paralyzed, unable to do anything but stare.

"Tish" a gravelly voice whispered.

That was all it took to unleash her bottled terror. A scream erupted from her as tears began to stream down her face. She pushed against him, fighting to get out of from underneath his weight. As much as she tried, she felt as if her body was moving in tar. Hopelessly afraid, she reached for the edge of the bed as she screamed pleas to the corpse that lay on top of her.

"Tish!"

Hearing her name again, made a fresh wave of panic wash over her. Sobs erupted between her endless screams.

"Morticia! Cara Mia!"

She felt arms reach out and drag her body back towards the middle of the bed. Strong hands caressed her tear stained face, and at last she recognized the voice calling her name. Unwilling to see if her ears were right, she tentatively reached up a hand to his face, worried she would feel nothing but bone. Instead, as her fingers reached to discover what held her, gentle lips kissed her palm. That gave her the courage to look. Slowly, she turned her head and saw her beloved husband watching her every move.

"Cara?" That's all he could say before she broke down in tears and pressed against him. His arms wrapped around her protectively, as his heart sank into an abyss.