Sinful Skins Novels & Stories

It’s just under the temperature that my skin can shrivel up and burn under. “Ugh this feels so fucking good,” I moan, grabbing a bottle of dove two-in-one shampoo from the shelf in the shower. I squirt the content into my hand, then a little bit more directly on top of my scalp. Then I scrub and scrub, and scrub even more until my head feels raw and damaged beyond repair, just like the rest of me. And I repeat the same thing on my body with body wash, except this time, I scrub until I see blood and my broken arm and it’s half-assed cast around it opens up and it begins pulsating with pain.

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

She politely bowed and I stormed out, following her advice till I met a guard who led me to the garden but pointed afar off at a place that looked so dense and thick, covered with tall trees. The moon was so red, sending its rays so brightly in a particular direction and I began to run towards it without stopping , feeling the grass and thorns tearing my flesh till I saw a sight that made me gasp in dread. Vladimir was shirtless, no! Totally naked as he groaned and cried under the moon. His skin was red and his voice looked so tired as if he was done battling between hell and darkness.. His back was covered with ink, a round beautiful pallet of a round half moon, it shone and burned as if hi

Christopher eyes went wide with surprise. He couldn't hide how much of a surprise Roxanne's presence was to him. Unlike how she had been looking three weeks ago, Roxanne was looking much more lovely and vibrant. The bruises that had been inflicted the time he kidnapped her had faded away. Her Injured wrist had healed up and most of all, her skin seemed to be glowing with nutrients. It was like the skin of a young teenager rather than a grown adult woman. But despite all this changes, Christopher could only focus on the smile of mockery that settled on her lips as she stared at him, taking in and enjoying his reaction of surprise.

He fucked her hard and fast, with punishing strokes that made her tits bounce and her ass jiggle with every slap of his hips. Skin-on-skin echoed wetly. His hand cracked across her ass again and again while he railed her. “Take it, you little slut. Been teasing me for years with that innocent act. Now this pussy is getting wrecked by me. How do you like that?” He grunted. “Love… it… yes…” Zinnia moaned. Within minutes, she came hard, pussy spasming and gushing around his cock, her body shaking while she bit her own forearm to muffle the cry.

The cold air of the lab touched my skin as I unraveled the silk bindings that had hidden my identity for so long. Dorian turned briefly to a cabinet and retrieved a thick glass jar. Inside was a viscous silver liquid that seemed almost alive. “What is that?” I asked, uneasy, crossing my arms over my chest. “This is Skin-Alchemist,” Dorian explained, slipping on thin medical gloves. “A high-level synthetic skin. Once applied, the liquid will harden, flatten your chest, and perfectly blend with your natural skin tone and texture. Even the sharpest wolf’s sense of smell won’t detect the difference.”

“The first question is how were you able to keep the bouncing pace at a stretch. I mean, with every bounce you did on that dick, your pussy fully swallowed the dick and you were also following the same beat.” I blushed hard and I laughed out too, trying to curate the right words. “I mean…” “And girl, did I forget to mention how shiny and how moisturised your ass skin was? The ripple effect from the bounces were phenomenal too.” Sharon said and made a clock it sign with her fingers. “Okay so for my soft and bouncy skin, I use olive oil because it gives my skin this thready effect that I love it so much and It also makes my skin glow.”

They were magnificent terrors, each more alluring and dangerous than the last. Azrael, the eldest Prince of Wrath, stepped forward first. Towering over seven feet with obsidian skin that gleamed like polished night, massive curved horns crowning his head, and molten gold eyes that pierced straight through my soul. His muscular physique was barely restrained by straps of dark leather and chains that accentuated every ridge of his powerful chest and arms. “A bold little mortal,” he rumbled, his voice a deep caress that vibrated through my core. His gaze swept over me slowly, lingering on the swell of my breasts, the curve of my hips, the way my robes clung to my thick thighs. “And what a delic

His skin felt like fire under my hands. The moment I touched him, he made a low, broken sound. His body locked. Then something slammed through both of us. His body was a masterpiece of raw power: broad shoulders, rippling muscles under fur-tipped skin, and eyes glowing amber in the dim light. Tonight, the change had hit him hard, leaving gashes across his chest and thighs that needed stitching. I had administered a sedative, but it only dulled the edges; his cock still strained against his torn jeans, thick and insistent, betraying the primal urges the moon stirred.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A