Deep Skin Sleeping Skin Imprints Novels & Stories

“How do you explain these finger prints on your cheek?” “I have very sensitive skin.” The lie slips out from nowhere. He creases his brows and slightly tilts his head to the side as he tries to make sense of what I’m trying to say. “Yes. I have veeeery sensitive skin and so when I bathe or shower with warm water, I get finger prints like this after applying lotion on my body.” I explain, trying my best to sound as convincing as I can and keeping a very serious expression. “This is nothing. It’s a normal phenomenon.” “A normal phenomenon you say?”

She pushed back the covers and sat in the middle of the bed with her arm raised and studied what was happening with the methodical attention she brought to all information she needed to understand quickly. The mark was not a mark in the way a scar was a mark or a brand was a mark. It was not on the surface of her skin. It was in it — she could feel the difference when she touched it, the way the warmth lived below the dermis rather than on it. As if the skin were a lens and the light were coming from inside the blood.

Gentle…but sexy hot. I take a step in, closing that gap just a little more. I can hear her deep sleeping breaths, her peaceful moans as she slightly stirs at my midnight intrusion. As she moves, a thigh escapes from underneath the bedding, her bruised and grazed skin making bile rise to the back of my throat. She hadn’t healed at all. I can smell a new aroma, something different to her usual burnt oranges and spice scent...her signature scent of autumn. Herbs…her skin glistens slightly under the layer of her own ointment that has been placed across her skin. Did she do it herself, or did another’s hand touch her there.

"Where's the person in charge? Get out here!" Over 30 customers in line turned their attention to the man's face. "Why are you looking at me? Look at my wife!" The dark-faced man glanced into the experience center, then waved his hands toward the surrounding customers. Pointing at his wife on the stretcher, he shouted, "My wife used the New Chesire Group's 'Crystal Elegance Skin' skincare series. She was fine, but look what happened to her. She's now covered in rashes or something, and some of them are even secreting pus!

I whispered, frowning as he pointed to my shoulder. I gasped softly, seeing the spot on my skin. The mark was about the size of a crescent-shaped thumbprint on my left shoulder. Its deep, rich brown color reminds me of a chestnut shell. The mark was slightly raised with a subtle texture that seemed to shift in the light, like the gentle curve of a shell. I could swear I was only seeing this for the first time. I had stripped so many times, gazing into the mirror, but I had never seen such a thing in my life until now.

I stepped inside and closed it behind me without making a sound. He was heavily asleep. “Cameron,” I said quietly. Nothing. He was on his back. In six years of watching him carry more pressure than most Alphas twice his age, I had never seen him sleep like that. I checked his temperature with the back of my hand against his forehead. Normal. I pulled the collar of his shirt aside, and that was when I saw the rash. A cluster of raised marks along the jaw and down toward the collarbone, slightly thickened at the edges, older than a few days.

She's standing with poise in front of me, wearing a chiton dress that has the same color as the ash. And another one is sleeping beside me, making me abruptly stood up beside the woman with charcoal orbs. I look at the woman sleeping as if I study every detail of her. She has porcelain skin, as her teal blue wavy hair reminds me of the colors of the deepest sea. She's sleeping soundly, I can say, as her hands are intertwined over her stomach. She looks like a princess waiting for her true love's kiss.

I breathlessly called but he stepped toward me again, raised my chin, and his eyes penetrated my soul. "You have pale skin today, Veronica. Similar to the skin of a newborn infant. It is so delicate that it may be damaged simply by blowing on it," he said as he sat on the bed but not leaving my eyes. "Yeah... I remembered it now. This skin that slept with me that night." On the other hand, I seemed to had just stepped out of the shower since I had a few drops of sweat wandering over my skin as I crammed myself on the headboard of the bed.

I barely sleep at night. An aftereffect of the tranquilizer. Partially due to the severe nightmares. And the fear that someone might try to enter my room at night. I’ve grown accustomed to this. I don't need sleep. The sleepless nights make me pale and the skin around my eyes dark. The less attractive I am in here, the better anyway. The only reason I haven’t scarred my own face is because the won’t give me forks or knives, and they keep my nails too dull to cut anything.

the alpha's voice was gravelly with sleep, and it was surprisingly alluring. Skye went to speak but the healed teeth marks on the other's skin stopped him. Instead, he tentatively reached out to trace a finger along the scar. He must have healed it unconsciously in his sleep as normally, it would still be a raw wound. “I don't know what I expected," Skye admitted, embarrassed. “I'm not used to sleeping with anyone." He flushed at the unintended second meaning of his words and gave a nervous laugh. “This is not a bad way to wake up," Linus opened his eyes properly and stretched, muscles rippling with his movement and the omega watched, entranced.