There had never been a doubt that he was a lady-killer...he had the news clippings to prove it after all. The only shock in the courtship of Morticia Addams had been her choosing him, lowly Gomez, over the far more stunning Fester.
Luckily, his brother had forgiven him his luck, and Gomez had entered the marriage with a feeling of beloved dread to match such a cunningly cool beauty. From the handfasting, done with briarthorns so that their wrists bled into one pool, to the wedding night on the bed of knives, Gomez anticipated delicious cruelty of a true Addams marriage.
In all the time they've been wed, Morticia has never failed to deliver the agony and the ecstasy in droves.