Chrysanthemum Tattoo Men Novels & Stories

His mind started showing me the memories of Maayan and a young woman laughing and speaking, Maayan hugging her at different situations, The view of his head from the back which was tilted to the side while he was hugging her close – He was kissing her… I pulled my hand away as I had seen enough to cry for eternity. I couldn't see Maayan's eyes or full face on any of Chandran's memory but his back had a tattoo of my symbol which no one had in this solar system. That tattoo would appear in purple colour to me while others could see it in crimson colour. And no one knows about this. His tattoo appeared in purple colour in Chandran's memories. So Chandran wasn't lying. My man had left me.

Russian's POV A man in his late forties stepped into the basement, his bald head gleaming under the dim light. A tattoo of a fierce scorpion snaked from his neck to his scalp, marking him as someone not to be trifled with. His body was a canvas of ink, displaying various tattoos that told stories of battles fought and won. He dressed sharply, with a few buttons of his shirt undone, exuding an air of relaxed authority. He walked with a noticeable limp, leaning on a sturdy walking stick that seemed to amplify the aura of danger surrounding him.

I didn’t feel anything; no regret or sadness or anything, I felt different and I liked it. I brought my hand to go face, tracing the lines of his face, and stopped when I got to his lips. Am I crazy if I say I want him again? My finger trailed down to his chest and I couldn’t help tracing every one of his tattoos. I wondered what prompted him to have so many, there are some in words m while others are just flowers and pictures. With just one look at the flower, I could tell what flower it was. The one that intrigued me the most was the picture of roses and thorns on his right arm.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

“It’s still healing, so I can’t go swimming in the next few weeks. I wanted two things to represent you. The flowers and the wolf. I love both sides of you.” I stared at the tattoo. Wow. This man really loved me, I just hoped he was worthy of his love. “So he loves me too?” Thea said feeling honored. “We both love the tattoo Cyrus. It’s really pretty. I can’t believe you got that.” I finally said after admiring the tattoo. Cyrus laughed nervously, “well, I’d figured it would be better to get Thea’s face on my body than yours. Some people might think I’m fucking nuts.”

His outfit was completed with sneakers that matched the colour of his jeans. I could see the ink that covered his right arm. It was from his wrist leading up to the length of his arm and disappearing under the sleeve of his shirt. I could make out some of the images. I saw a rose with a name scribbled on the stem, Jesus Christ with his hands clasped, and some teardrops flowing from his eyes. I never thought about tattoos being sexy, but looking at his, I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

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.

He looked so peaceful yet so… I couldn't get a name for it. I traced my fingers over his extravagant tattoos, most of which were a mixture of ravens, artistic guns and bleeding roses. Was he ex-military or mafia? Or both? Because if he was, that'd be cool. The man who chose to hide behind a mask and answer a quirky name — GunsAreCool. The man who gave me the best blowjob of my life.

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

What does he mean that’s for later? Cutting off the straps of my thong as well, he takes a step backward and removes his bowtie, which was already loose and hanging around his neck. As he gets to work unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes do not leave mine and even as they’re filled to the brim with anger, I can see the hunger. I was right about his body being covered in tattoos, but in this case, only his back and sides, save for one tattoo over his left pectoral, right over his heart. It is a black heart with a dagger with the words SANGUE PER SANGUE.