Novel & Cerita Deep Skin Sleeping Skin Imprints

The heat of the night presses against my skin like a relentless torment. I lie in bed with the windows thrown wide open, completely naked, my entire body burning. I decide that a cold shower is the perfect way to escape this oppressive heat. As I stand in front of the mirror, I notice the many love marks scattered across my body — starting from the tips of my jet-black hair, trailing down over my perky 34C tits, continuing along my stomach, and reaching all the way to my thighs.

The Cracks in the Glass ~Lea's POV~ I keep my breathing perfectly even, my eyes slitted just enough to see through the darkness of the master bedroom. The door clicks shut. It is nearly four in the morning. Alexander doesn't turn on the lamps. He doesn't take off his clothes. He walks slowly to the edge of the mattress, the moonlight slicing across his broad shoulders, and he collapses onto the edge of the bed. He drops his head into his hands. His fingers dig into his hair, gripping the roots so hard his knuckles turn white.

Someone screams, someone steals. Taxi, hotel room... Shower, at first warm, then ice, so that the skin is covered with sharp pimples and the tooth does not fall on the tooth. He's not drunk at all, not the way he wanted to, at least. And after water procedures, it is impossible to fall asleep at all.

Or someone. “Pathetic,” I muster under my breath but I don’t move away. Instead, I peel the shirt over my head and the cold air hits my skin, making me aware as Goosebumps rises along my arms, tracing the ink that wraps around them. I reach into my drawer and pull out a long nightwear, it’s a set i wear when am in one of my moods. It’s a soft but expensive sleep wear with a flowing fabric that drapes instead of clings to the skin with its thin straps. The kind that shifts when you breathe. The kind that moves when you walk.

I queried. “It’s nothing,” she entered quickly. But I saw the discomfort in her eyes and immediately turned to the mirror that was sitting in my room. I turned my back to it and just as Anna had gasp, I also gasped. I had black and red marks all over my body like I had some sort of skin disease and a long line that stretched from my neck down to my back. My completely flawless skin that was still repairing from the damages done before had become even worse.

They told me it was a beautiful feeling of being a mother one that even a mate bond cannot compare to. "Shall we start this then?" I question scrubbing my hands with foam soap and drying it with a heated towel. These products are kept separate and changed regularly only for me, as my skin has become extremely sensitive. Deimos makes sure even the tiniest of things that are in line with my body are taken care of without thought and with perfection.

Clutching the note in one hand, I shut my eyes and tried to drift off to sleep again, excited to find out what surprise Skye had planned for me. But my eye makeup felt crusty on my lashes, and no matter how I moved or what position I lay in, I couldn’t get comfortable again. With a frustrated huff I slid out of bed, wincing as my bare feet touched the cold ground. I scrubbed at my face with a makeup wipe, shifting my weight from foot to foot. My skin, despite a night of sleeping with foundation and concealer on, was still the same, unmarred pale hue that it always was, with faded, indistinct freckles most prominent across my nose, but dotting my cheeks and temples, too. That was one thing I

His skin was covered in bite and scratch marks, hinting at how intense and passionate the sex we had was. Dicken was sleeping soundly as the large amount of energy he expended had exhausted him. I found myself staring at him, and my eyes couldn’t move away. I didn’t want to admit this, but the way he looked while asleep was captivating. I couldn’t help but extend my hand to touch the marks I had left behind.

Usually, he should be up and unable to sleep anymore. His dark brown hair was spread over the pillow, with some strands falling across his closed eyes. His tan skin was literally flawless, with only the birthmark against his neck and his dark tattoo. My eyes ran down his body again, and he was fully naked and exposed to my eyes. His body was all perfection and deliciously muscled.

I took a long, deep breath of the harbor air, my lungs drinking in the clean, ozone-heavy wind we had printed from the deep bedrock. My left arm remained a solid, protective band of steel locked around my daughter. The copper-weave ribbons binding her five-pound frame to my chest were cold now, the intense voltage of her processing core having settled into a quiet, efficient hibernation cycle. Under the heavy wool coat, her smooth brown face was perfectly relaxed, her tiny mouth slightly parted as she slept. The geometric violet patterns beneath her skin had faded into thin, elegant trace-lines that looked like ancient, half-forgotten ink—the permanent blueprint of a creator who had chosen t