Cute Tattoos Heart Novels & Stories

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.

“But I’ll try for you.” “Good,” I said, finishing the bandage. I set the kit aside and leaned into him, careful not to press on his bruises. His arms wrapped around me, and I felt his warmth, his heartbeat steady against me. We kissed again, slower this time, like we were savoring every second. His hand slid up my back, and I traced my fingers over the tattoo on his chest—a wolf’s head inked over his heart. He shivered, his breath hitching. “You like that?” I asked, smirking.

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.

She sighed, looking at me as though I wasn't willing to tell her the truth or something. “Something like this,” she said, bending her arm back to unzip her gown. She loosed her bra, letting her full breast fall delicately. Different thoughts passed through my head at this moment. I was wondering what she meant by this–this act. She turned around and made me see her back. There was a form of tattoo there. But it was much bigger than mine. It covered the whole of her back. It was shaped like a joined piece of heart (the love-heart kind). As I watched, I couldn't see anything happening. And just when I thought her acts were all rubbish, I saw the tattoo protruding from her back slowly.

Gives me orgasms that destroy me and I have to admit the whole tying me up thing… it's hot. Hotty… my hotty… “What does cuore even mean?” I huffed. “My heart.” He unwrapped my arms and held my hands against his chest where his heart is. “Which is why your name is tattooed there.” “Why do we have to go at lightening speed?” I basically barked at him. “Because it's right. Because we are meant to be. Have we had a single argument?” "No, because its always me arguing with you and you not arguing back. So it's not an actual argument."

It smells of him and it calms me down immediately, but when I look up and find his shirtless body staring back at me, my jaw drops, and my blood heats. Calm is long forgotten. Rome is ripped and covered in tattoos. He’s always had them, I know. However, it’s more now, and his arms are covered in tattoos, not excessively, but enough. His front is untouched, all except for one that’s directly on his chest, specifically his heart. My heart seems to stop beating when I see the tattoo. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band. It’s exactly like mine, only bigger. I stare at it with an open mouth.

I resisted the urge to fan myself as my body temperature shot up. Other than bulky muscles, black ink marked his back with various tattoos. My brain had melted the moment I saw his hot, muscular body, so before I could think about it, I took a step in his direction and then a few more until I had a clear view of his tattoos. At a little distance down the neck, there was a tattoo that portrayed eight phases of the moon in a horizontal alignment. On the right side of his back, the anatomy of a wolf heart was tattooed with blood dripping down in drops. A date, 12-08-1994, was etched beneath the wolf's heart.

But only I know that the cheer is not from my heart. I don’t find the need to celebrate the Lupin’s downfall, but I have to do so for Chelsea’s sake. “Isn’t it a breathe of fresh air knowing we finally got what we wanted?” Chelsea remarks excitedly while clinking glasses with me. “Now show us the tats, will you?” “it’s still fresh.” “Even so.” I remove my jacket. Chelsea turns me around to view the tats. What I requested was a butterfly and a rose, while Chelsea added that a bird would look good as well.

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.

My vision slowly turned dark but my gaze caught something against his chest. A tattoo over his heart. It was a wolf paw print, simple but very striking against his white skin. It was dark and underneath it, I could make out some initials. N.B. Warmth filled me as the person pressed me against his chest and this time I didn’t fight back the darkness. Exhaustion and pain overtook me as the world around me blurred and everything went black.