Each skin held two gallons, and Galaeron had filled them twice already since the dragon attack.

Her skin held the same even tan and light dusting of freckles all over.

His skin held the richness of color put there by the sun.

The skin holds the delicate package together and protects the flesh from the flame.

Finally, her face, wrinkled around the eyes and mouth, but the skin held firmly in place by good bone formation.

Without these fibers, the skin cannot hold its shape as well.

But her skin still held a touch of warmth.

Her skin held that flushing glow of passion just spent.

The problem is that human skin won't hold ink.

Still the power pulsed and grew until I thought my skin could no longer hold it.