Skin Sins Novels & Stories

"I didn't want to. I would regret it, and that's the last thing I want. " Sinclair says nothing after those words. Just watch me with a strange expression on his face, and I take the time to let my eyes drink him in. He's in grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips with his chest naked. My eyes move across the inked skin and the impulse to meander my hand across it burns in me. "You're fucking with me, Little Greene. " Sinclair hisses, and I lift my head at his words; my thighs clenching at the fierce look on his face. God, the things that look do to me.

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

Silverheart was one, an extremely rare disorder only seen amongst wolf shifters, where accidental silver consumption during gestation could cause the baby’s blood to contain flecks of silver dust, making them allergic to many medicines commonly used on wolves. But this girl was a cat shifter. Not a wolf. Therefore, she had to have the other one. The name took a moment to come to me, but then it hit me—Feverskin. A disorder characterized by purple veins, higher temperatures, and an intolerance for blood-clotting medicines due to an excess of heat exposure in the father’s sperm. That was what she had. Feverskin. If I put Bloodroot on that cut right now, her blood would begin to heat beyond saf

Celestine massaged her temples, "You sneaky fox! Fuck!" "You should have just killed them! You don't have to give them any mercy. I don't think getting beaten up will make them realize themselves! Crazy humans! They're the ones cheating on you, you're the one getting blasted and oh God! The career you've worked so hard for," Celestine grumbled. "Who advised me to be nicer to him?" said Lilyana casually. "Hey! Who would have guessed that your assistant who always puts on an innocent face was flirting with your lover! Oh no! They're both such assholes! Damn it!" Celestine grumbled again.

"Show the street exactly who owns the title to this skin." Elias obeyed with a frantic, submissive urgency, his pristine executive persona vanishing completely under the weight of his infatuation. He scrambled over the leather driver’s seat, his palms flat against the cold glass of the windshield, his back arching into a deep, vulnerable curve that pushed his hips up and out. The dark purple bruises from the Sullivan Street basement were still clearly visible on his inner thighs—the permanent brand of his corruption.

The skin is a dark, grotesque, reddish tone tainted with black tar, and the nails are long and sharp. Demon hands.

“Shit,” Hudson hissed under his breath as we heard Sophie walk towards the male’s bathroom. He yanked his hand away like I’d burned him, stepping back so fast that he almost hit the opposite wall. His eyes were wide, pupils blown, chest rising and falling too fast. The front of his jeans was obscenely tented, the dark denim doing nothing to hide how hard he still was.

I said, turning back to my unpacking. Twenty minutes later I walked out of the closet to grab another suitcase and stopped short because Adrian had stripped off his shirt and was heading toward the bathroom, all broad shoulders and defined muscles that I absolutely did not want to notice. He caught me staring and smirked. "See something you like?" "Please," I said, rolling my eyes and grabbing my suitcase. "Don't flatter yourself." "You were staring," Adrian pointed out, leaning against the doorframe in a way that made his abs more visible and I hated that I noticed.

I liked the feeling and found myself spreading my legs and arching up into the movement. “Now I’m going to work up. Against the grain. I’m going to pull your skin tight.” Silver pressed the heel of his hand just above my cl*t and pulled the skin up. I bit back a gasp. The heavy sensation on the root of my cl*t was delicious.

“I really think that's a good idea.” “I'm not staying here with you or my step father, the more I see your face, the more I remember what I promised myself when he sold me out— trust, it's a little too soon to work on that promise.” “I don't care,” I interrupted her. “You are fixing this.” Selina laughed, placing her hands on her hips. “Well, I do support good skincare. If it takes staying here to heal your royal pores, then so be it. I’m with you.”