Gets Under My Skin Novels & Stories

If he kept talking low and dirty to her, she’d come for sure. “It itches, like a thousand ants are marching over my skin. I need to rub somewhere—anywhere. My muscles are poised just on the edge so that if they tighten even an eighth of a centimeter I’ll explode. I burn inside like a river of molten lava is flowing through my veins.”

I gasped and winced, unable to hide my discomfort. “Ouuuch!” I murmured under my breath, my voice echoing softly. But after a few seconds, I began to adjust. My skin slowly adapted to the chill, and I continued bathing with deliberate care. The sponge lathered into a thick, creamy foam the moment it touched the soap. I rubbed it gently over my skin, starting from my head, taking care to scrub every part clean. I paid extra attention to my underarms, especially the soft area just above the curve—scrubbing with intensity until I felt fresh and satisfied.

Underneath the black satin, my skin was a map of secrets. I could feel them even without looking—the faint lines on my thighs where I had pressed my own fingernails in too deep during the lonely nights. The bruises and burns on my skin from the electric shocks. The small, round pale spots on the small of my back and the back of my arms where the doctor’s lightning had burned the life out of my skin. I felt a sudden urge to hide, to curl up and pull the blankets over my head so he wouldn't see the wreckage.

Those fingers inside me. Adrenaline races under my skin. And the heat that’s got nothing to do with the sun casts over my entire body. I feel it rushing over me, under me, boiling over inside my gut, as I bite the corner of my bottom lip. Holy shit. I want everything we’ve ever done together to happen again. Right now. In front of everyone. And not give a damn who watches.

Even the hideous freckles staining my cheeks were visible in this mood-spoiling reflection. The whole of Moonfall, including mom, constantly call them ugly and I can’t prove them wrong because I haven’t seen anyone else around here with these annoying speckles. My skin would have passed on for normal, which I really wish it could, if I didn’t have an unofficial condition that makes an inflicted area red for hours just because someone, or myself, gave it a little pinch or bump … I even have one on my ear right now from mom’s squeezing. Imagine how I look coming back from a bully encounter.

His gaze remained locked on the marks—deep purple now, the distinct imprint of his fingers clearly visible like a violent tattoo. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” he whispered, his fingers hovering just above the bruised skin, tracing the shape without actually touching. I forced a laugh that sounded brittle even to my own ears. “Hurts? Pfft.” I waved a dismissive hand. “It doesn’t. Just a little sore, that’s all. It’s actually nothing, you know. I haven’t been able to get a proper tan in months, so my skin is extra pale right now. Any little touch leaves a mark. Plus, you have a very strong grip. Deadly combo.” I shrugged, trying desperately to sound casual. “And the skin around my neck has always b

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She was the only one who seemed to hate me though. My nightgown already gotten soaked because of sweating. I kept breathing heavily. I need a man desperately. I am desperate. It is painful. Feels like several pins being pushed into your skin at once. I exhaled loudly and blew air to my skin and this made the hairs on my skin stand on their ends and goosebumps crept on my skin. I needed a man urgently. I gently placed one of my legs on the floor and the cold floor made it freeze. I winced. I brought the other one down also and stood up gently without my hands touching me.

“Come back to me. Please, baby. Please..” I feel a surge of energy in my veins, that warms me in a way I can't explain. Rather than ignoring the sensation, I give in to it. I let the warmth flow through me until every nerve ending is oversensitized and tingling. I feel burning just beneath my skin. An uncomfortable feeling that I haven't experienced before. Looking down, I see blue light shining from beneath my skin. As in, I am glowing. Blue. I look at Moira, confused by what is happening. She is staring at me as if she has never seen me before.

There was a small cut in the middle of my blackened knee. That stone must be pointed. I just turned on the shower and the cold stream of water quickly flowed over my skin. I just took a quick shower. She felt awkward while wearing the fabric-less undergarments. The skin was itchy but I wore it anyway. I can't do anything else. I looked at myself in the mirror while putting on my panties and bra. I look awkward. I quickly took my dress and put it on. I saw a tissue in the sink. I took it and gently wrapped my wound.