Taint Body Part Novels & Stories

He kissed my neck sweetly, his lips made their way down to the top of my breasts before seizing my nipples, suckling just with the right amount of pressure that drove me crazy. The sensations were overwhelming, a groan of protest left my mouth when he suddenly stopped. We entered the shower and he handed me the soap. We stood so close, the feel of his erection against my bare stomach was distracting. Excitement thrummed in my veins as I rubbed my palms together and rub them over his chest, spreading soap all over his well-defined body. I washed his back and his arms, careful not to spread soap on his stitches. His skin was smooth with only a few faded scars that all but added to his rugged

With that he left the room. I felt a sudden need to be clean, to wash away any trace of his touch from my body. I ran to the bathroom and stood under the shower, letting the hot water run over my body. I scrubbed my skin, hard, as if I could erase the touch from my body. I could feel the tension leaving my body as the water washed over me, and I began to feel a little bit calmer. But the despair was still there, deep inside me. I felt like I would never be free of it.

He was in the bathroom, taking a bath. For now, a white towel was wrapped around his hips, showing his six-pack abs. On the left side of his hip and a little upper side, I see a tattoo of a very large scorpion. This is the second tattoo I have seen on his body. The sting of that scorpion is on the front of it and I can say with full confidence that the scorpion's tail must be reaching his back. It's terrible too! His toned skin makes him look even hotter than the sun itself. What? Did I say too much? I don't know.

If anything, I think it felt even worse than it did before. “Um, I think something is wrong.” Cedric whispered. I looked over at him. His hand looked just like my leg. Blue and crystallized. “What’s happening?” I asked. “I’ve seen this before in a book.” Oz looked horrified. “It’s called Tantra Chill. It crystallizes the skin and it spreads until the whole body is crystallized.” “So how do you get rid of it?” Penn questioned. “That’s the thing Beta Penn...you don’t. Anyone who has ever had it has died.”

It turned out that the ‘not long’ Mhairi had told me about was still over two hours, a lotion needed to soak through the body paint and stop it adhering to the skin. It then had to be carefully covered in a sort of plastic substance and the whole lot peeled slowly off. When Mhairi was done there were over ten pieces of plastic, each labelled for the body part they related to, and I stood as naked and vulnerable as I'd begun the day. I let out yet another big yawn, more than ready to sleep, the day's ups and downs almost a hazy memory.

"Why are you looking at my body when I close my eyes?" I didn't want to take my hands off my face; I was so embarrassed! "I didn't see your body. I only saw your face and tattoos." "Is the face not part of my body? And the tattoos you see are on my body," said Tayron. I want to bury my body in a pile of snow. I need to get away from this man before I melt because my body is so hot and before I subconsciously ask him to do the fourth round.

Aiden asked in a puzzled tone as he noticed me covering my breasts with one hand and my intimate area with the other. "I'm embarrassed," I replied, my voice quivering. "I've only ever seen my own body, and now all of a sudden, you're seeing parts of me that you shouldn't." "How can I clean your body if you'll cover it?" Aiden questioned. "I can... I can wash myself," I suggested, feeling hesitant and self-conscious. Aiden paused, concern evident in his eyes. He quickly withdrew his hand and reached for a towel, wrapping it around me to keep me warm and shield me from the discomfort.

Then— a shape burst through the storm. A wolf crashed into the outer barricades hard enough to shatter wood and stone together. The body hit the courtyard floor violently. Still alive. Barely. Gasps spread instantly through Nightfall wolves. Because everyone recognized him. Tavian. One of Nightfall’s strongest border sentinels. Except now— something was horribly wrong. Black resonance veins spread beneath his skin like corruption. His claws had elongated unnaturally. Silver light flickered inside his eyes. Not controlled resonance. Contamination.

But then the door behind me creak and hastily I snapped my head. There he was, all smoky and wet, with a towel tied around his waist. My eyes dropped to between his legs. His big cock, even though conceal, I could see the size in that. His head was wrapped with a towel which his hand massaged on his hair. His sturdy body gleam with water, steam rose from his back. Xaden hadn't noticed me and I was literally drooling from his body. And suddenly, I noticed just a tattoo on his left breast yet. Wait! It was my name!

Did I say his name? Embarrassment floods me. He reached arpund, where I’m standing wet, naked and completely frozen in shock, clutching my body to cover as much as I can and grabs the boody wash. Lathering himself up, the scent of minty spice hits my nostrils as I study the way his hands coast over the muscular frame of his body. His lean torso that tapers into into waist, layered with delicious muscle and his corded forearms just made me hypnotiized.