Beneath Her Skin Novels & Stories

We still have one more day on this vacation and I already have a lot of activities lined up for today, one of which is going skinny dipping and I was sure she was going to love it. Staring at her, she lay tangled in the sheets like the fucking goddess of sin herself, bare skin glowing under the soft light filtering in through the blinds. Her thighs were slightly parted, one arm flung carelessly above her head, her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. Peaceful. Soft. Fuckkkkk.

She shivered beneath me. Her breath was still unsteady beneath me. I hovered over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other smoothing down her side, fingertips grazing the soft curve of her waist where skin met cotton. She was in a simple white bra and panties—nothing elaborate, but it made my throat go dry. Everything about her did.

Tired and pale and completely ordinary. Dark eyes. No silver. No ancient light flickering behind them. Just hers. She pressed her hand to her arm. Her skin smooth and unmarked. No dark lines tracing patterns under the surface. No pulse that wasn't her own. Just skin. She exhaled slowly. She showered first. Standing under the hot water in the cracked marble bathroom that had once felt like the house was allowing her to clean herself and now was just a bathroom with old plumbing and a shower that took too long to heat up.

He bites, sucks, and claims the sensitive skin, marking me in a way that’s as possessive as it is furious. The tension between us escalates with every touch, every clash of our bodies. It’s electric, charged with the hatred we’ve held onto for so long, but underneath it all, there’s something deeper. A need we’ve both ignored for far too long, simmering beneath the surface until it boiled over into this.

Celeste. His breath caught. Even in sleep, there was something... distant in her expression. Like she was somewhere far away, too deep in her dreams—or memories—to be reached. But gods, she was beautiful. Not in the soft, polished way women were trained to be. But in a wild, forgotten kind of way. Her silver hair spilled across his pillows like strands of moonlight, her skin pale against the dark sheets, marred only by the faint marks of fading wounds. Some fresh. Some old. Some clearly never healed.

Her eyes shone brightly, beautifully. Tiny beads of sweat glimmered across her skin, making her look like a work of art under the light. ***

Because of how long it took before I opened my eyes, my vision was still a bit blurry. When my vision got clear, I looked at the faint light that’s calling me. No, it was not light. Rather, it was a lady surrounded by glowing water, enough for the whole place to lit up. A beautiful net covered her arms and around her lower part, a necklace made up of seashells is worn around her neck. She is holding a crystal spear; a semi-transparent cloth covered her top and a shining crown was placed at the top of her head. A tattoo of waves was drawn at her right shoulder. I can’t clearly see her face because of the light. But I am sure that she looks like a goddess! I didn’t realize that my eyes widened

I don’t know what it is about her, but once again, I am drawn in here like a fucking moth to a flame. She’s sleeping peacefully for a change, her breathing even, and her heart beating in a rhythmic thrum, but she’s kicked off her covers and is showing off her beautiful slender legs. The tank top she’s wearing has pulled up and exposed the creamy skin of her belly while she lays with one arm above her head.

Her mouth met mine with the same urgency that had lived between us since the tunnels, since the first time we crossed the line neither of us could return from. I backed her against the wall, hands already working at the fastenings of her habit. The heavy fabric gave way under my fingers. She helped, impatient, until the garment pooled at her feet and she stood in the thin shift beneath. I pulled that over her head as well. Then she was bare in the low candlelight, skin pale against the dark stone, nipples already tight from the cool air and from what she knew was coming. I grabbed her breast and sucked on it like a hungry cub, then went back to her lips, and I kissed her harder.

She was laying on the bed, dressed in only a silk and from the way her nipples pushed against the thin fabric of the robe, it was obvious that she was not wearing any underwear. “What is it that you have to say?” I asked. She stood up from the bed and walked towards me in a series of sultry movements. Under different circumstances I would have found this sexy. Hell, the former I would have had her bent over the nearest table while I drill into her, but now, I was just irritated. Not even a semi. Her skin touching me made me feel like my skin was crawling…. Kennedie, she had ruined me for every other person and I should be wary, I knew I should be. All of this was supposed to be too much too