Bible Verse Tattoos Chest Novels & Stories

“But yeah, guilty as charged. Can you blame me? Look at you—flushed, wrapped in my robe, smelling like sex and vanilla. You’re a walking temptation, Cass.” I bit my lip, fighting a smile as I traced the inked lines of the tattoo on his chest—a intricate phoenix rising from ashes, symbolizing the rebirth he’d clawed out after his turbulent past. My fingers followed the curves, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” I whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the center of it. “But seriously… today was rough. The fight, Ethan… I didn’t think we’d end up here, like this.”

After twenty minutes of such a relaxing bath, they wrapped the towel around their bodies and stepped out of the shower and was now standing in front of the long mirror, staring themselves when both of them realised they have something on their chest. "What the hell?" both said together astonished as ever. Amelia took a clear look at her tattoo and it was 'C' drawn on her chest, right above the right boob. Christian saw the tattoo but it was, a bit different as it was written 'A' on it. "Amelia?" he mumbled dumbfounded until he recalled it was Amelia who made him write this letter on his chest. "Christian?" she murmured in a low voice, her face stunned as ever when she recollected last night'

Celeste seemed to be confused at the tattoo on my chest. She had been glaring at the few girls and even a guy or two who stared at me when I took my shirt off but now she was staring at the tattoo that was placed close to my heart on my chest. She reached out and gently ran her finger across the ink, sending sparks through my body.

The only word that came to mind was drool worthy. My eyes were drawn to the tattoos that littered his body. The ones that lined his chest and ribs caught my attention and I badly wanted to know what they were. My fingers twitched at my sides wanting to go over there and run them across the tattoos. He threw his shirt off to the side and turned fully towards me. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What are your tattoos of?" "Oh these." He glanced down at the ones on his chest. "This one," He pointed to the symbol on his left peck. "is the Marine's symbol. And this says 'Move mountains or die trying'." He touched the quote that was on his ribs.

She leant over, pressing a kiss to his supple cheek and sighed disappointedly, relaxing back on the chair, her head rested next to Archer’s arm. She stayed there, watching him. His face blissfully serene, she observed the tattoos along the soft planes of his chest, tracing her fingers gently over the words that littered his ribs. “Strength does not come from what you can do, it comes from overcoming things you thought you could not.” Her body relaxed as she read the words, understanding the power they held.

She opened her eyes and the contractile aperture in the chocolate brown coloured iris of large doleful eyes caught the letters, Luke 11:45 "For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, nor hidden that will not be known" Sre knew that verse. He'd whispered those same words as he'd run his hard calloused palm down her naked body. Sreya could remember it all. Clearly. Too clearly. She could remember how he'd touch her. Gently drag his hand down her skin in a lover's caress. She could remember the appreciation in his eyes and the tears in hers. She could remember the bible verses he muttered each time he was around her. Each time he was erect. She remembered the way he'd burn his fles

“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.

His voice clipped, and I hoped to God that he was right…that my hallucinations had carried on into reality, but here I was. So I braced, and asked the only question nogging in my brain, “Did he have a uh…tattoo?” His shoulders went rigid. “Where?” His voice strained, and my heart shrank. “Some language…on his neck. Was there any tattoo at all? It was a quote…something latin…I do not know—” “Abyssus abyssum invocat,” he said slowly, face growing pale when my head bobbed. Ledger's face went pale, and a tremble started in his hands, so much that he clenched them into fists, and I felt my own teeth chatter.

He kissed me passionatelyon the lips, and pulled me up against him. "Look at me." He ordered. He sat up and started unbuttoning his shirt. On his upper left chest he had the saying " Sworn in Blood." He took my hand and touched his tattoo. "I promise not to hurt you." I felt his heart beat and I was able to relax with every beat, that I felt.

“Come on! You got it for me, after all. The least you can do is let me see it.” Luca sighs, putting on a great show of pretending to be put out by this. But even has he does his fingers move to the buttons of his black shirt, quickly undoing them until he can pull the fabric aside and I can see it there – my name tattooed in flourishing letters across his chest, the A directly over his heart. “Well?” he asks, low. “What do you think?”