Cute Badass Hip Tattoos Novels & Stories

My hips bucked involuntarily, trying to jerk away, but he pressed down harder with his free hand, pinning my thigh to the table. Cristian didn't even look up at first, his face a mask of bored concentration, sweat beading on his forehead under the harsh fluorescent light. The tattoo gun whirred on, dipping into a pot of black ink before plunging back into my skin. “Relax, little bird,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly, laced with that mocking edge he always had. “I'm just marking my territory. The next bastard who gets his hands on you—or should I say, his cock in you—will know you were mine first. See this? It's my signature, right on your dick. A little reminder that I broke you in.

So far, the quad's cocks were destroying me. Mason lifted me by my hips, guiding me onto his thick, meaty cock. Both of us groaned as he sheathed himself to the root. “Oh, babe,” Mason groaned as I began rocking my hips back and forth, gazing down at his inked, muscular torso with awe. Lucas and Mason were the only ones with any visible tattoos. Each design was a work of art. Mason's lips curled into a sinful smirk as he caught me staring and placed his hands on my hips. His blue eyes shimmered as if I was the love of his life.

the girl who I assumed was Brielle whispered back giggling. What fuck? I don’t know who these people think they are talking about, but it better not be me. I’m not kissing anyone else besides Delania and she’ll be the only one to know that my tattoo ends just to the left of my cock. Just like I will be the only one to know about the little pink heart inside the outline of a shamrock on her hip bone. Yeah, I saw that last night and it was sexy as hell.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

As much as she would like to have his warm flesh pulsing within her as she had his fingers, enough relationships like hers and his existed to assure that she hadn’t anything to worry about concerning procreation for this half-breed when she could hardly assure her own survival. All of those thoughts slipped out of his mind the moment he was on top of her, though, and since she had done her research, she let herself go into fully enjoying this. She caught a glimpse of his side, and although she knew he was telling the truth about the whole healing thing, she was shocked to see that the gashes were already starting to scar. Sofia could not help but think that was going to be one seriously cool

But he grabbed me instead, and tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. His shirt was off in seconds, revealing a body that was even better than I had imagined. Fuck! He looked so damn perfect. My eyes drank him in. He moved with a practiced ease, unbuckling his belt. Then I saw it, a tattoo on his hip crease. It was a broken chain link and it just made him look a hundred times more sexy. My fingers traced the ink, "What does it mean?" I asked, my voice husky.

he promised me in a husky voice that made my core clench. I swallowed hard, unable to speak. Instead, I just slipped out of my pants before stepping back to watch him undress in front of me. My eyes swept over every bare inch of skin as it appeared. His tattoos were sexy as hell and added to the overall bad boy image that made up my badass Alpha mate. From his broad shoulders to chiseled muscles and everything in between. It screamed raw power – completely untamable and unmatched.

She bit her bottom lip nervously. He had told her in his text to dress casual but he only half expected her to oblige. She had on black leather pants, black inner and a red leather jacket; black combat boots decorated her feet and her makeup was minimal this time. Her signature red lipstick remained and her short hair was up in a ponytail. She looked... like Rosetta. His cheeks slowly formed in a smile when she stylishly glared daggers at him for his delayed response. "Get in your car, Rosetta, and follow behind me." He said instead and turned around to leave.

He was not disappointed when he saw a big floral tattoo on the side of her hip down to her upper thigh. "So beautiful," he caressed her tattooed skin and kiss her naked waist, his hands planted firmly on her thighs keeping her still. He lunged forward moving from the tattoo on her thigh to her bare pussy and let the tip of his tongue taste her. "Fucking delicious," he groaned and she moaned tightening her hold on his hair, careful not to touch his injured shoulder.

His light hair was cut short, and as he scanned the room, he silently threatened pain to anyone who dared to mess with him or his people. Last but not least was the bad boy. He radiated power and lethality like the badass, but his style and posture were both very devil-may-care. The hint of tattoos peeking out from the neck of his long-sleeved shirt all but screamed bad boy. Zephyra would’ve loved to give all three of them a go, one at a time or even all three together.