There is a special kind of pain.
The blossoming of red so fast your breath catches, your muscles tense, your teeth clench in a snarl.
The call of sharp teeth found in dark purple bruises, the echo of fingernails recalled in indentations and scratched red lines.
There is no surer way to wake someone then to hold them still and leave remembrances that won’t soon fade.
Well…umm…yes. That can be arousing.
However, I prefer an alarm clock ;-)