Skin Of The Night Novels & Stories

He certainly would have noticed and sent her back upstairs to put something else on. The dress wasn’t that short when she was standing, but she knew that when she sat down it would roll back to just above her knee. She had on white leather sandals that showed off pink polished toenails. Tad might not appreciate those as much as her lack of bra, but at least she knew she’d put in the correct amount of effort. Her white leather purse even matched her shoes.

Her skin looked stunning like a celebrity with the yellow lightbulbs reflecting on the mirror. Then zipping the long black satin gown on the side. Since she’s a bit more conscious about her breasts so she just had it backless. Revealing a skull tattoo at the end of her spine. It perfectly fits the shape of her body; the hip length slit on the right makes her move freely in it. 'ONE NIGHT, ONE LIE.' She mouthed and smiled wickedly, then grabbed a silver purse and left. ***

“I hate my skin.” “I love your skin,” he brushed his knuckles over her warm cheek, down her neck. He reached between them and grabbed the edge of the silky nightie that had ridden up during their interlude, he dragged it over her head, throwing it down on the floor. She lay beneath him naked in her glowing glory.

There’s no way they could no that? I text back a thank you and step into the shower to prepare for tonight. I’m going clubbing for my birthday. Something feels different tonight. I look online at the available nightlife. I feel drawn to one called “Apex” it looked like and electric vibe and a fun place to dance. I called an Uber to take me there after I had dressed in glittery red mini dress. It felt odd on me. I had not worn something so short in several years but, I wanted to be different and have fun. I paired them with some black stilettos and some gold jewelry. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a slut but, I know this is what the “It” girls would wear to something like thi

My eyes close, and I slide my hands up his back, fingers digging into my skin. He retracts his fangs and sucks at the skin on my neck, knowing what that sensation does to me. I rake my nails up his back, pressing hard. Even if I were to tear open his skin, he’d heal in seconds. He pushes me back, sliding the robe down over one shoulder. I bring my arms back, and let the robe slip off. Lucas looks me over and draws his fangs again. He dives back on me with a growl, one hand going to the back of my head, bunching up my hair in his fist. His other hand lands on my thigh and slowly slides up toward my core.

The desire to be skin to skin with him was strong. “My mind went to the gutter and I was consumed with wanting to spill another fluid all over you. Inside you.” “Fuck,” I hissed as my knees went weak, my fingers fisting his shirt. “Now, I need to get you onto the dance floor before I steal you away to my place to ring in the New Year.” That was such an appetizing proposition, and as much as my body wanted to convince him that was the right move, I knew it wasn’t. Despite Jenna’s opinion, which was for me to go get it. “Let’s go.”

The night air became cold, piercing the skin of everyone who was there. It was a beautiful but tense night. In the sky, the full moon shone brightly, casting a silver glow that reflected off the trees and damp forest ground. In the midst of the kneeling wolf pack, a woman emerged from behind the moonlight-glamorous and lustrous, dressed in silver that glittered like stars. Her long silvery hair fluttered softly in the night breeze, and her skin glowed softly, as if she was the embodiment of moonlight itself.

The instant my bare feet cross the threshold and steps out into the hallway, I find myself face to face with a lady who suddenly materializes out of thin air. Draped in a pristine white button-up shirt that hugs her curves with elegant simplicity, she exudes an air of effortless allure. Dark, loose trousers, folded at the ankles, cascade like silken shadows around her slender frame, hinting at a grace that defies earthly bounds. But it is her skin that truly mesmerizes me, a canvas adorned with intricate black inked markings that writhe and coil like serpents in the moonlight. Against the backdrop of her silky caramel complexion, they seem to come alive, tracing a map upon her flesh.

There are a few trees in one area, however, I topple onto a nearby bench instead. Despite the night being cool, I feel my skin burning underneath my clothes. Quickly, I shed my jacket. I’m glad to get rid of it, seeing as it is a piece of clothing from Alden’s institute. I pull off my shirt also, but keep my singlet on. I look at my upper arm. Time’s brand has inched its way with dark curling tendrils into more of my skin. It glares at me, darker than obsidian, absorbing all colour. And it burns.

his eyes lingered, “…I’d like them bigger. I prefer a full grip.” My chest burned. My hands strangled the cuffs until my nails dug crescents into my palms. “But your skin… your skin is your greatest asset. It doesn’t look like it has seen sunlight.” His fingers trailed, and goosebumps betrayed me. “You’re insane.” “Am I?” His tone mocked, his hand sliding lower. He brushed my thigh, then lifted his finger to show me the shine of liquid on his skin. He held it up to my face, smirking. “I’m not the one begging to be released, but itching for more.”