He told time by one red mark and two red lines glowing beneath the skin of his wrist.

After a moment Steve saw that he was biting through the skin of his own wrist.

His lips, touched to the skin of her wrist, soft and warm.

Nonetheless, the pulse under the fine skin of her wrist was beating far too fast.

He pressed his fingertips into the soft skin of her wrist.

I flicked my tongue across the skin of his wrist, and he shuddered.

She felt a nerve flutter beneath the skin of her wrist.

Other drops stippled the skin of his right wrist and palm, but he did not feel these until later.

She ran one fingertip along the tattooed skin of his wrist.

I touched the skin of his wrist, checking for the pulse.