Novel & Cerita Dantes Inferno Tattoo

One more time, Dante took out a sheet without an envelope he had folded in his suit pocket. Richie looked hesitant when he received the sheet, but his curiosity was high. He quickly snatched it up and frowned when he saw a picture of the tattoo he had been looking for. Richie scrutinized the sheet very carefully, his face tightening. The tattoo depicted on the sheet was not just any tattoo; it was a symbol that had great meaning in the underworld that Richie knew so well. "Dante, where did you get this?" his voice sounded serious, full of emphasis.

I could still feel their eyes on me as we moved across the floor to the stairs. "They all have the same tattoo" Dante mind-linked me. I had failed to notice many details on our tour, focusing too much on a certain Alpha. Luckily Dante was doing his job "a Cresent Moon with a star" he continued in the link. I looked around and sure enough, I saw a lot of tattoos like Dante described, the design seemed familiar but I couldn't place it. "It was the symbol carved into the fountain." He linked again. Thank the goddess Dante had his act together.

Our first dinner date played in my head, and understanding my expression, Dante smirked before wrapping his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his chest as he kissed my temple. “I want the entire show, neonata. Make him fall head over heels for you, make him run after you, want you, beg for you, make him jealous if needed…” he smirked “I want him to see me as the challenge of his life, and I want to be the enemy that he dies to kill. When you know that you’ve had him wrapped around that beautiful finger of yours, he would be the one to lead you to Giovanni, and that would lead us to the man”

Pure, unholy sin. My hands moved on their own, sliding up his chest, tracing the tight lines of muscle beneath his warm olive skin. My fingers brushed the tattoo inked into his ribs, the Italian cross, the Latin carved beneath it. Mors tua, vita mea. Your death, my life. His grip tightened on my waist. He pushed me back, and my spine met the cold marble wall with a gasp. The contrast between his heat and the chill behind me sent a shiver all the way down to my toes. Zach’s lips left mine and dropped to my neck, kissing, biting, branding me with sins no holy water could ever cleanse.

Summer’s fingers shook as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top by his throat. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and knew that he was fighting the urge to bite her. He remained motionless, waiting for her to move further. She could feel the tension increase as she slowly made her way down, gradually releasing each button to display his muscular chest. Her eyes were transfixed by an emerging tattoo. On his sternum was tired tree branches that spread off in every direction. As she pushed her hand to open more of his shirt the patterns changed towards his arms which took a haunted vein and shattered glass appearance. On the end of some of the branches had numerous nam

H). We have this tattoo somewhere on our body. Ransom’s tattoo hides in the body of another tattoo. The image depicts Anubis sitting on his throne with Callisto, a Greek Goddess, standing next to him. Callisto wears a silver bear headdress and holds the moon in front of her stomach. At the feet of the gods, a black wolf with green eyes faces a menacing black hellhound with gray eyes and Anubis-like ears. It’s easily one of my favorites on his body. Arson’s knees rest above my head as he rubs the tip of his dick against my lips, seeking entrance. I open and feel the cool metal against my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I envelop it in warm, wet heat. He moans my name in reverence.

"Fuck, Dante, right there—" "That's it," Dante growled, his voice rough with need. "Take what you want. Use me." Laura leaned forward, changing the angle, and her moan was broken and desperate. Lyralei felt her mark resonating in response—that incomplete tattoo on her chest pulsing with warmth that spread through her entire body. The more she watched, the stronger the pull became, like invisible threads connecting her to both of them.

I felt an orgasm building as he continue grinding his dick into me, my eyes felt heavy and I moaned again. “Please, Dante,” I begged, bucking my hips more into his hard cock. Goddess, I wanted to come. Dante pulled totally from me when I was close, I opened my eyes and stared at him in disbelief. He didn’t just…. My sentence slurred when I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. My eyes automatically went to his trousers as he let it fall freely from his waist, I licked my lips at the sight of his abs, he looked so yummy that I wouldn’t mind eating him out again. My eyes trailed from his abs to his chest, then to his neck where my mark was sitting, and then his eyes, his eyes were no longer