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With every lift of his arm, I noticed a different pattern of tattoos etched into his skin. “What do they mean?” I finally asked. “Hm?” “The tattoos on your arm,” I clarified softly. “You have a lot of them.” He shifted, sitting up slightly and taking me with him until I was straddling his lap, the sheets the only thing separating us. He pointed to a heart inked solid black, names etched into it. “For my brother and my father.” Then his finger moved lower, to two names framed by flames. “Aurora and Sophia.”

He can’t spare me, no matter how compliant I am. He stands from the bed and removes every piece of clothing from his body. The tattoos expand from his chest to his stomach, down to his strong torso. Black ink against his tanned skin. There are so many things written in Russian. But one particular thing catches my eye, it’s on his left torso, big and clear, “ To forgive is to sin.” The words send shivers racing down my spine. Who on earth writes something like that on their body? Not just write, but brand it into their skin permanently.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

He asks, ever so the man of few words. I’m about to pick one in italics, but then I remember how nice his handwriting is, I love the way he writes his letter ‘Y’ and I want that tattooed on me. “Can you write it instead?” I ask, “I like your handwriting a lot, and add a little heart after the Y.” He closes the book, staring down at me with confusion, but he doesn’t say no. “Keep your legs spread and your knees up.”

I acknowledged and finally got a good look at the man, his chocolate skin stretched over his wide shoulders and my eye involuntarily followed the path of the tattoos littering his arms. The clearing of his throat snapped me from my inspection and my eyes flew to his, where almost black orbs stared at me with an eyebrow raised. “Sorry,” I mumbled, embarrassed to have been caught staring. “The right is of a phoenix rising from the ashes and the left is a wolf in the dark forest.” He smirked, turning sideways so I could see his ink clearer in the sun. “Do you mind me asking what it means?” I reached my hand out to run my fingers over the wolf’s canines.

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

She said as she keeps searching for the picture but still couldn't find it. "Are you sure you've not deleted the picture?".George asked. "No I didn't.I don't remember deleting the picture".She answered. "There's another solution Blake,since you've seen the tattoo before maybe you can describe it for me"George said. "That shouldn't be a problem".Blake answered him. "It's an inscription of two blood axes crossing each other with a Greek word written under it".She explained. After describing the tattoo for him.George ran into his small library in the house and brought out an old ancient book.He opened the book to a particular page and showed her the picture.

When they rode down from the shockwave sweet delirium of their pleasure, Aiden picked up the tattoo machine sitting idly in the table before them and waved it in front of Kate. Smiling she said. “I want it drawn here.” Aiden dragged his eyes down to what Kate was gesturing for him to see. Kate flipped her Tshirt up, baring her stomach for him to see. She knew other pornstars had their Brazzers emblem drawn on parts of their skin where people can easily spot them but she doesn’t want it. For the sake of her father and Tiffany and her son, Gabby.

She boldly bent to kiss my neck, and her lips slid along my shoulder, pushing black silk out of the way. She undid the buttons slowly, her lips following along as she did so. She bared my chest, smooth and hard, with a few tattoos I no longer paid any attention to. One was a skull that Id had done when I was a teenager and full of anger. Another, a slash down my right side, was a black panther stretched out along the slim expanse. Yet another, on my left pec, was a revolver, another stupid choice of a teenager. Id have them covered when I could be bothered.