Skin Of A Sinner Book の小説・ストーリー

Before I can stop myself, my head turns of their own accord, making the kiss land on my cheek instead of my lips. I take a deep breath, reminding myself that I also let Leonardo, my brother's murderer touch me, and even enjoyed it. Hell, the past two days, I have woken up quite a few times with my panties soaked from dreaming about Leonardo. This morning, I had woken up with my legs spread and my fingers between my legs. I had kicked off my panties some time in the night during my wet dream. Luckily, I always keep my door locked while sleeping. Otherwise, I won't know how to explain to my parents the reason my gown is pulled to my waist, with panties gone as I touch myself. Sometimes, while

Because something told me the gravity of this sin was beyond any redemption. ***

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.

"Calm down, Bella. You'll only wear yourself out if you keep this up." I swallowed more saliva and finally silenced my own mouth, looking at Sean, who seemed to let out a sigh of relief and then moved his finger away. "I've already seen your naked body, so why do you still feel embarrassed?" He looked clueless but kept his eyes focused solely on my face. I could see his Adam's apple twitching restlessly due to the man's self-defense. "You're still gorgeous even without clothes, Bella. There's no need to be embarrassed."

Tears were streaming down from his eyes, nonstop. "It should be me who doesn't deserve to live," She turned into a numb body at his words. "It should be me who deserves to die after everything I did to you but I can't…" he paused and took his face closer to her. "Because even after everything, my life is still begging to my fate to live with you . Even after my every sin which I had done to you, this sinner still desires to live with you and to die in your embrace,"

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raw, unfiltered lust. 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession.' Her words hit me like a shot of whiskey, burning straight to my core. Sandra. The stripper from the seedy clubs down on 5th Avenue, the one who wrapped her sins in lace and leather, coming to me week after week like clockwork. At first, I thought it was genuine remorse, a soul seeking redemption amid the neon lights and grinding hips of her world. But as the months dragged on, her confessions turned into something else entirely, a slow, deliberate seduction that chipped away at the walls I'd built around my celibate heart.

I never imagined wanting to be a sinner and now I just want to be his sinner, be punished by his calloused hands, consumed by the darkness of the deaths he carries and the pain he causes, he is the most beautiful fucking fallen angel. I pressed my cheek against his chest, sighing in relief at the strong beats. I am a sinner, condemned without the right to defense by stronger people, incapable of feeling anything, being welcomed by the greatest foe, by the one who should have been worse than them, receiving a slow caress on the arm by the careful touch, giving meaning to the entire crossing until to come here, to be in your arms with my sins exposed bleeding openly between your fingers with n

The Ethics of Soul Fragmentation. Her stomach turned. This wasn't a library; it was a butcher’s manual. "Tristan," she whispered. "Found something?" "No. But... this leather." She touched a book bound in a shimmering, iridescent blue material. "This is Siren skin." Tristan grimaced from across the aisle. "Don't touch it. Some of them are cursed to bite." He stopped. He reached up to a high shelf, pulling down a massive tome bound in black iron. It was heavy, hitting the table with a dull thud.