Couple Fingerprint Tattoo Novels & Stories

I question, trying to not get too giddy. I suggested to the guys that we should get little tattoos on our left ring fingers now that we are officially together and out in the underworld with our poly relationship. I got the idea from one of my reality TV shows. A couple did, and I thought it was cool and sweet. So, I suggested it to the guys randomly during our little honeymoon getaway. At the time, they didn’t really answer me yes or no. I think they were more shocked at my suggestion. “Yes, Little Dove.” Nico answers.

Her eyes were red and puffy as she covered her face. "Raine, don't do anything stupid." Charlie reached for her, and as she moved, a tattoo peeked out from her collar—a sleek arrow with a bold C inked into it. Something clicked. Charlie had a similar tattoo on his chest, a Cupid-like design. When I asked about it, he brushed it off. Just for fun, he'd said. He always swore Raine was like a sister.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

He inserts two fingers inside me as he smacks his lips on my clit multiple times. As soon as he feels my body relax, he nibbles my inner thighs as he gets ready to take me. He rises up, takes my panties off, and palms his giant manhood. He’s standing in front of me like a god, my eyes on the same level as his huge cock. I bite my lower lip at the sight of his veined shaft and salivate when I see the Claddagh symbol tattooed at the base of his rod. “Remember the story about this tattoo, baby?” He looks down at me and cups my face with one hand when he catches me staring.

I don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to my father, as if this brings back memories of her own ceremony. She then says something in an unknown tongue and I feel a brief burning sensation on the fourth finger of my left hand. My eyes widen in shock when I see an intricate, woven tattoo with the letter V in the center - Vega and Volkova. “We all understand the gesture that you are now making. Taking the hand of the one who loves you is the symbol of the unspoken bond you two share; a bond you made when you were both five years old, and a bond that still persists.”

I never thought I would find someone so incredibly attractive, and yet here he is, my husband, lying next to me. As I continue to observe him, I notice a tattoo on his back of a tree. Last night I remembered seeing he was also tattooed on his chest but I couldn't remember what it was because I was too aroused to think straight. I can't help but be captivated by the striking tattoo etched into his back. The intricate design depicted a majestic tree, its branches stretching out each leaf distinct and delicately shaded. Vines gracefully entwined themselves around the branches, extending down and spreading across his shoulders, wrapping themselves securely around his toned arms.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

Yet I couldn't have him; it didn't stop my pulse from quickening with forbidden longing. "Come with me," he said, "the garden is empty now. No one will see us." I followed him obediently to the garden. He stopped at a secluded spot, surrounded by flowers, and turned to face me. He began by gently tracing his fingers along my arms, and as the fool that I was, I relaxed into his touch. He continued to explore my body, and I found myself reciprocating and roaming my hands over his chest. My fingers stumbled upon a tattoo of a wolf paw on his left side, and I traced its outline. I noticed a small birthmark under his chin, shaped like a crescent moon, and a mole on his stomach, just above his nav

Harrison glanced at the screen, then turned his head to look at me, asking, "What's wrong, Kayla? Did you notice anything?" "This—," I pointed at the screen, the tattoo on the side of the man's middle finger, my voice starting to tremble. "Look, on the side of his finger, there's a small tattoo..." With my reminder, Harrison leaned closer to the screen, carefully examining it. "It does seem to be a tattoo. It looks like... " "...an infinity symbol," I almost didn't think twice before blurting out the answer. Surprisingly, Harrison, who was observing the screen intently, was a beat slower in his response.

We burst into the dim light of our bedroom. He rips his shirt over his head, the sound of tearing fabric loud in the silence. And I freeze. My hands, which were reaching for him, stop. There. Coiling over his ribs, wrapping around his side, crawling up toward his heart, is an identical replica of Madilyn’s tattoo. The same swirling, coiling knot of living shadow. It pulses in a slow, rhythmic beat, like a second, parasitic heart. "Kaleb...?" I whisper.