Skin Sins Novels & Stories

9Gabriel. Guilt is a steady drumbeat that won’t stop pounding, no matter how many times I try to silence it. It sits under my skin, pulses in my veins, makes every moment feel like I’m holding my breath underwater. This morning, after Mara slips out of the rectory; hair wild, lips bitten, face flushed with the triumph of secrets, I sit at my desk with my head in my hands, every part of me aching for something I know I shouldn’t want. I thought sin would feel sharp and electric. I didn’t expect it to feel so heavy.

“Since the moment I opened your door by mistake. The way you look. The way you moved carrying my boxes. It’s been driving me crazy.” Sinclair groaned softly, a deep sound that vibrated through me. His hand came up again, this time cupping the side of my face, thumb brushing my lower lip. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Natasha. I’ve been hard for hours thinking about how soft you look. How wet you probably are right now.” His thumb pressed gently between my lips, and I sucked on it instinctively, tasting the salt of his skin. A whimper escaped me.

He bucked his hips into her fist. Then she stopped. He almost whimpered at the loss. But she was pulling off her gloves. Tossing them aside. "Skin to skin is better for circulation," she said, and her voice had gone husky. Her bare hand wrapped around him. Miles gasped. Her palm was warm, slightly rough from washing, and it felt like heaven. She stroked him slowly, watching his face. He let his head fall back, letting the moans come. No more pretending.

My clit throbbed with every heartbeat “Isn’t this what you wanted, Muna?” His voice stayed calm, almost gentle, but the words cut deep. “You have fantasized about me so much you couldn’t help giving yourself pleasure on my bed. I bet you were thinking of me the whole time, pumping those fingers in and out of your pussy. I saw how wet you were. I saw how your body shook when you looked up and saw me standing there. I saw how hard your nipples were, begging for attention, begging for my mouth” He pried my arms away from my chest and pinned them lightly above my head with one hand “I told you I came here to sin. And that is exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to use you however I want while

Mia moaned into the kiss, her body pressing against his, feeling the hard length of him through their scrubs. Ethan's hands slid under her top, palms rough against her bare skin. He cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples through the thin bra until they hardened into peaks. Mia gasped, arching into his touch. He broke the kiss to yank her top over her head, then unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and sensitive. He bent, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. The wet heat of his tongue flicked over the bud, teeth grazing lightly. Mia's fingers dug into his hair, holding him there as sparks shot straight to her clit.

His black eyes were calm but dangerous, and even his neat hair carried a hint of wildness Each step commanded silence, and without meaning to, I held my breath. He looked like the sin dressed in a suit. “I will go straight to the point,” his voice carried, calm but commanding. “I will rank everyone for the new academy season…” Then it hit me…a pull. Strong, unshakable, crawling under my skin. Goosebumps rose, my chest tightened, and no matter how I fought it, it drew me closer. The strangest part was it led straight to him, standing there like sin itself.

In the clothing store, Nina is accompanying Sunny to choose clothes. "Nina, do you think it's good for me to wear this?" Sunny picks up a black skirt and play it on her body to Nina. Nina shakes his head. Sunny's skin is smooth and healthy wheat color, wearing black skirt is wasted. Nina goes to pick up a white one-piece from the hanger and hands it to Sunny, "Sunny, try this one." Sunny hesitates a little, "My skin is not white enough, will I look black wearing this?"

I whisper against her skin as I stay still, waiting for her to curse me and push me off her. “Yes?” I ask. She says nothing. I lean up and slowly pull out of her and she let out a soft erotic moan. Then, I drive straight into her again. Hard. She gasps, her eyes flying open before meeting mine. “This feels so…” she stutters. Please say good and not horrible because my dick will fall off if I have to stop now. “Insane.” She completes, hands pinned above her head in forced submission. I pull out of her again, torturously slow before driving back into her warm sleek tunnel with force. She buckles in my hold, her gaze flashing to where we are connected.

She really has forgotten that part. "What you are wearing is so provocative here Tina, everything has its own time so don't go around provoking men and distracting them from their works, that is not how we were able to take over the whole of Rome even though we are called Sin," I said with a serious tone. "But you are seducing us girls too. Why aren't you putting any shirts on and only wearing these gray joggers with no boxers either" she whined but I ignored her, she totally knew she was only making excuses because men normally don't wear anything upward and it's normal, and apart from the outline of my dick if she wasn't palming my dick and stroking it this moment she won't have figured I

Two of them pressed firmly against my swollen clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that made my knees buckle. "Oh god," I whimpered, grabbing onto his soaked shirt for balance. The contrast of his dry skin against my slippery, soapy body sent sparks through me. His other hand cupped my full breast possessively, squeezing the soft flesh before his thumb flicked over my aching nipple. "Been thinking about these tits for months," he murmured, pinching the nipple hard and rolling it between his fingers. "Every time you walked around the house in those tiny shorts, bending over, teasing me. You wanted this, didn't you, baby girl?"