Bible Verse Tattoos Men Novels & Stories

I hand over his phone. He takes it and climbs out of the bed without a care that he's naked in broad daylight. His round ass and muscles flake when he walks to the window to answer the phone. A sudden heat pools in my aching core by looking at his naked glory. He's perfect, carves out of the ancient Greek scriptures. I plop on my elbow and take the time to admire his tattoos. Why these mafia men always have an obsession for inks? My eyes skims over the big lion's head covering most of his upper back and a serpent spitting fire. Something is written in Latin or Greek, I don't know as I'm only acquainted with English, my mother tongue.

Feeling even more confident, I moved my hand to the russian script tattooed high on his chest, my fingers brushing against the hard muscle there. "What does it mean?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. He was quiet for a moment, his eyes watching my face. Then he spoke, the Russian words rolling off his tongue with a dark, beautiful grace. Before Axel, I never believed that Russian was the hottest language a man could speak, but in this position I couldn’t agree more. He translated, his voice a low rumble. "Tame the devil. Charge the beast. Don't take your eyes off the angel."

"For my final question, I'll ask you which of your tattoos is your favorite." "As you mentioned earlier with the song question, I can't choose just one. But, one of my favorites is this," he lifts the top of his shirt to reveal a quote tattooed in French on the left side of his outer collarbone. I'd seen it before but never knew its meaning. "Qui vivra terra," he pronounces, emphasizing the accent, "it means 'he who lives, shall see.'" I lean in to inspect his tattoo, despite having explored his body many times before. My hand rises on its own and gently brushes over the inked text, as if applying any pressure could erase it.

He called me naughty, but he didn't say no. The post showed two hands intertwined. On the man's inner wrist was a circlet of sacred laurel leaves—the soul-bond mark the High Priest himself had inked on us at our engagement. But in this photo, hidden in the veins of a single leaf, were three tiny, exquisitely tattooed letters: S.E.R. I scrolled back to the very first post, from a year ago: “Just ran into the Alpha and his woman. He's so gentle and strong. I want a man like that… so I'm going to make him mine.”

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

Dante was in front of me now. He came up close enough that I could smell his cologne—leather, smoke, and something sharp underneath. His eyes scanned me from head to toe. The scratches on my wrists. My shoulders curved inward like I was covering my nakedness. His jaw tightened. “You ran,” he said. I lifted my chin. “Yes.” “You could have been hurt.” He said looking at my scratched wrists. I kept staring into the space behind him. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eyes.

“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.”

His voice was sharp, filled with contempt. Alessia let out a laugh, stretching lazily. “Oh, please. What do you men do with women? Don’t act like you’re any better.” Marshall’s lip curled. “It’s written in the Bible that ‘Man shall have dominion over everything on Earth.’ That explains it.”

he whispered teasingly. I noticed some tattoos on his chest 'Grace, Love and power' that's what it says. I lean up and held the hem of his sweatpant. He lets out a faint chuckle. "Aren't you so eager?" He teases. I didn't really care what he had to say right now, I just want him inside of me. He pulled his fingers out and suck on it. I watch how he licks everything.

It looked like a sincere smile, not a sadistic one like calculating eyes. -This is what we're going to do to you- He turned around and pulled his shirt down a bit. He had a D tattooed on his scapula. Blue eyes or Mike did the same. Another D was there. -If there is no other remedy ...- I sighed.