Novel & Cerita Skin Sins

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.

But everything about him and me was the same, except for his beautiful golden eyes, which were flaming, his sliver white hair, which swirled with the air currents, and his gigantic white wings, which were bleeding. He was wounded! I almost had the impression that I was gazing into a mirror as he returned my vacuous glance. Not only were his wings leaking, but also both of his palms were gushing with blood, and blood immediately seeped through his shirt where his heart was. "He's going to ruin you, he's going to taint you!" He suddenly spoke and a shriller gasp sheared out of me as fire escalated around him in a circle and slowly, the fire inched toward him till it began to burn his skin. Whi

Tonight was the fourth night I wore the mask. “What are you doing? Hurry up and clean your face!” Sinclair ordered. “Use this cleanser. It's gentle. Suitable for irritated skin.” I did as he instructed by washing my face. I almost cried when I felt the surface of my skin was not as smooth as usual. The itching and burning had lessened, so I felt comfortable. The facial cleanser Sinclair gave me felt soft and cool on my skin. He handed me a towel. I accepted it and dried my face carefully. The itching and heat had lessened, but my face was in the same state. My eyes heated up at the sight, but I refrained from crying.

ARTEMISIA “You need to obey me for once and stay out of trouble.” Sin rasped. “But I did nothing wrong,” I mumbled, eyeing him. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from laughing as he glared at me. He didn't look angry to me, rather he was cute. His lashes were ridiculously long for a man. Most women I knew had falsies on, whereas Sin had them in abundance. I was among the women that had scanty lashes, but I don't like using artificial ones. I'd rather use mascara than burden myself with it.

"Stand over here. We want to fuck you next to the windows." "No, please... someone will see," I whimpered. "That's the point," Killian said, walking over to join us. He was completely naked now and had his dick in his hand while he stroked it slowly. Sin turned me around, his eyes dark with lust. He started unbuckling his belt, getting naked too. His dick sprung free, and I gulped. It looked identical to Killian's, the same heavy girth and flared head. "Now," Sin growled. "We are going to fill you up, and we want the whole world to see that you belong to us."

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

Until the person stepped into the moonlight and Vlads eyes went wide. There in the moonlight stood his sister, well it looked like his sister but for some reason she looked different, changed somehow. Her once dull black hair was now beautiful thick and looked to be the color of red wine. Her eyes were just a straight black color and it scared him. Her skin which was tan before it turned a deathly pale was now beautiful soft and fair. Her mouth was covered in blood and it ran down her chin, neck, as well as the whole front of her nightgown.

It felt cool and smooth against her skin, and she shivered as memory slipped its hands over her body once more. She didn’t have time to fix her face or hair, but she knew that she’d be a tousled, tangled mess after he was done with her, anyway. Burns, skin grafts, soreness – none of this was going to stop Scars Innis from ravishing her. Devouring her. Leaving her used and gasping on the floor. Satisfied, yet still aching for more, her makeup running off her eyes and mouth in sweat and streaks, her hair wild and tumbling over her face.

"What is this?" I croaked, my voice ruined from all the screaming earlier. "Apply it to your face, your neck, and your hands every night before you go to bed," Silas said, his voice returning to its normal casual tone as he stood with his arms crossed. "It is an alchemical salve from the capital. Within three weeks, it will dissolve the calluses on your fingers, fade the raw scars on your cheeks, and restore the vital radiance to your skin. It will make you glow."

Her skin was light brown, glistening with sweat from the Minas Gerais heat. The denim shorts she wore were so short and tight they looked painted on her body. Half of her thick backside was exposed, the cheeks well-defined, round, and firm. When she moved, her flesh trembled slightly. The thin white blouse, almost transparent from age, barely contained those two huge breasts. The thick, brown nipples indecently marked the fabric, almost begging to be sucked. Sabrina bent down to pick up a box from the truck floor, and that's when Martin completely lost his composure.