Bohemian Finger Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

The unknown young man shouted to the girl. “Stop this, both of you!” Tohya shouted at the same exact moment that the young man did. Yuri can only stare at the young man before noticing the black butterfly tattoo on the side of his neck, and her gaze went down to his left hand where there was a Hati bracelet wound around his wrist with the Roman numeral of two engraved on the silver crescent moon pendant. ‘A Phantom? Then that means…’

He looked like the kind of guy who had built up muscles by good genes and manual labor rather than sweating it out in a gym. He had tattoos as well, which I don’t normally like – but they added to the bad boy image in a way that was irresistible. He wore a leather band around one wrist and a couple of rings on his fingers – rings that looked like he’d bought them from a street vendor who made her own stuff. One was pounded silver, with hammer marks all over the metal. Another was a really cool twining pattern of copper strands. Neither was on his left ring finger. The rings made me look at his hands… and his hands made me think of a master artist carving them from a block of rare wood. They

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

“Do you notice a small tattoo just below the thumb and the forefinger?” I looked closely. It was a tattoo design of an Anchor. She reached out for my right hand and inspected the place there. A zing of pleasure went through my body as her fingers traced that part of my skin and I was finding it hard to concentrate on what she was saying because my body was humming with her touch. “Are you listening to what I’m saying?” “Yeah...I heard you.” She put her hands on her hips and shot daggers at me. “Repeat what I said.”

She looked unsure of what was happening and hesitantly brought her hand up and wrapped her fingers around his index finger. Brett pulled them back and turned his palm over to examine what he wrote on it. He looked back and Sapphire and pushed his lips out, forming a small sad face. “Sorry, Sapphire. It’s Statue of Liberty for today.” “What?” Sapphire asked and pulled his hand to examine what he wrote.. On the index finger was written ‘S’ and on the middle, one was written ‘L’.

It was odd that their dead flesh still burned, but then again, they were already dead while alive. Abby and I moved our lights up and down the dead vampire's body, legs, feet, all toes and even other parts of the body that were less nice. I moved my light back up his chest, then down his arm to his hand, then stopped. “Here.” I said, motioning to Abby. I shined the UV on his index finger and there was a tiny tattoo resembling two crosses, one on top of the other and a blood drop in the middle, the line through each cross wrapped around either side making a circle around it.

Never once did her emotions take over as she mocked me, no she was just calm, bored almost. Nothing I said would or could penetrate her mental armour, as she slid off her signature black silk gloves. Looking over her long black perfectly manicured nails, the black diamond promise ring Angelo gave her for her sixteenth birthday sitting upon her long elegant fingers. A single letter ‘A’ tattooed on her right hand just above her thumb.

It's only after a deep velvety voice caresses my ear canals, that I open my eyes I comprehend that I haven’t hit the ground. I become increasingly aware of the warmth of huge muscular hands around my waist just below my breast. The smooth velvety warm caramel skin clung to seductive massive curves of muscle, trailing up to broad full shoulders Outlined in what appeared to be intricate golden tattoo ink in hieroglyphic patterns some I recognized like the Ankh the Egyptian representation of life on his rose gold armored gauntlets, others were completely unrecognizable to me with their intricate curves.

I couldn’t make a guess, even if I wanted to. Before his hands disappeared from sight, I had managed to view strange tattoos on each of the tops of his fingers, matching the small one right above his eyebrow, which has a slight cut to it. The tattoo depicts some sort of foreign language that practically hurts to look at. And on the left side of his face, a discerning scar from his temple of his jaw. "Don’t worry yourself with that," he dismisses, although a burning curiosity already starts up within me, whispering of dangerous intentions. "Is Stace asleep?"