Badass Forearm Tattoo Novels & Stories

Summer’s fingers shook as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top by his throat. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and knew that he was fighting the urge to bite her. He remained motionless, waiting for her to move further. She could feel the tension increase as she slowly made her way down, gradually releasing each button to display his muscular chest. Her eyes were transfixed by an emerging tattoo. On his sternum was tired tree branches that spread off in every direction. As she pushed her hand to open more of his shirt the patterns changed towards his arms which took a haunted vein and shattered glass appearance. On the end of some of the branches had numerous nam

“Bunch of obnoxious, inhumanly attractive, muscled up cavemen.” Seriously, Knight looked like some kind of Playboy fallen angel with his sculpted ass and body stacked with hard muscle. I scanned his numerous tattoos. There was a pack of hungry wolves on one of his arms, surrounded by trees and vines full of thorns. Across his chest was the night sky and aurora borealis, and wrapping around his stomach were wisps of smoke, or shadow, that trailed upwards until they blended into the darker ink.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

I was seeing his entire tattoo. For the first time. I lowered my hand, staring at it. It was the picture of a large wolf, its head resting over his right pectoral region and his heart. There were breathtaking swirls and designs made around the wolf's head reaching up to his shoulders and part of his right forearm. The ink of the tattoo looked so dark against his skin it was almost like looking at an actual mind-blowing artwork. Beneath the design his chest looked hard and sturdy and. . .

“Do I make you unhappy?” I swallowed, shaking my head. “No,” He kissed me deep and slowly before he pulled me apart, and I rested my head back on his chest, running the tip of my finger through every fascinating masterpiece on his chest. His torso was covered in black and white tattoos, from a Madonna and child on his stomach to a dagger weaving through his collarbone from shoulder to shoulder. A cross on one of his pecs and a rose on the other. A domed church on his side. A lighthouse on his left arm and on his right arm, below his bullet wound, was a familiar tattoo in red. I'd seen it on Savio's arm as well.

“What’s wrong?” She shrugs. “It’s nothing.” I can tell that there’s more to it, but I quickly forget when she turns to me, rests her naked body half over mine, and runs her fingers across my tattooed arm. “Tattoos are hot.” She whispers with a soft kiss in the center of my chest. My lips quirk at her breathless tone. “So, I’ve heard. You should see Savage. His chest and arms are covered in them. He even tattooed Sophia’s name on his forearm.”

He was looking at Leonor like she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and that was a damned turn on. Armando stared at her body and said, "You're beautiful, Leonor," and started kissing her down her neck once again, only this time she didn't stay idle by and helped him out of his shirt, revealing his very sexy tattoo on his right arm. The tattoo was that of an eagle with open wings, with designs crossing over its beautiful feathers. She had always felt intrigued by that tattoo but it added to his hotness.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

I looked from his inked chest, the tattoos on his chest, Caramel was written on his right arm, Roseanna - Momma was written on his other arm. A large Phoenix laid on his chest, I bit my lips harder as I stare at his lower region, Fuck, I think, no, I know I'm gonna die when he ever - fuck - that thing in me, It's fucking huge, Fuck, how on Earth?. . . I don't even know what to think. I walked around him to his back --- partly because I was dying to see his naked fine ass ---, On his back laid. . .nature, there's no other word to describe it other than Nature.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.