Novel & Cerita Dark Gothic Finger Tattoos

His gaze locked onto hers, “Inferna?” He repeated, and she gave a slight nod. A small wicked smirk curved at his lips. “ You're getting bolder, little dove.” “Not bold enough for my liking.” She exhaled, her core throbbing even more at his little excitement. “Inferna is for when you've been good a very good girl.” He brought his thumb up, rubbing roughly over her bottom lip, the intricate tattoo on his fingers , seductive. “So…so what now? I haven't been good?” Her voice dropped, almost like her chest sank at his rejection. Yet her pussy wept, the slick heat made her thighs sticky.

My breasts tingle, my hands sizzle with the need to reach out and touch him. I don’t know what he reads on my face but his eyes have gone cold again and his voice is even more intimidating. “Put down the cloth.” I’m no good at following orders, never have been, especially those given by men. I have no idea why the cloth slips from my fingers and lands in the bowl. Dagger leans in and picks it up. His chest is inches from my eyes and his tats fill my vision. The ink appears prison-grade, but the artwork is intricate. A Grim Reaper stands over a crying woman holding a swaddled baby. The design weaves into swirls of flowers with branches that turn to thorns as they flow further out across his c

RAVEN The water in the basin was steaming, but it didn't feel hot enough. I sat on the edge of the bathtub in our quarters, my shirt discarded on the floor. Dominic stood behind me, his hands trembling as he dipped a soft white cloth into the water. Every time the cloth touched the skin of my throat, I flinched. It wasn't just because of the soreness. It was because the marks weren't purple or red. They were black. Five long, thin finger-prints were etched into my skin like ink soaking into parchment. No matter how hard Dominic rubbed, the color didn't fade. It had become a brand.

How come I didn't notice them before, His nerves were popping up and Tattoos on his fingers speak of trouble, on his left hand's little finger, has a skull and thick arrow with star lines inside and at the corner " blame "was written in beautiful curving writing. On the other finger, there was a big thick scissor and at the left corner of the finger, there was "hate "written in block letters. The middle one has feature dripping black dots below it was eye-catching and beautiful, at the left corner of the finger "love" was written in cursive writing

Diana sat in the lounge chair, hugging her knees close to her chest. A small, hitching sigh wracked throughout her. She inspected her hand for the thousandth time, peering at those crescent-shaped marks that Hecate's touch had left on her skin. They looked like tiny tattoos, drawn with black lines and resembling little moons. She had one on the inside of her wrist, another on that soft part beneath her thumb, and another right in the middle of her palm.

His voice was detached, but I felt the weight of it. On his right hand, a serpent coiled around his wrist, with flames dancing across his fingers and a miniature skull on his index finger. On his left hand, a majestic eagle dominated his wrist, with a cryptic symbol on his thumb and the ominous phrase "Mors Certa, Hora Incerta" on his ring finger. Around his neck and slightly above his chest, a delicate pattern of barbed wire ran along his neck. A pair of ravens perched on his shoulders, their eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intelligence.

He looks hot, even I can admit that it gets warm in the panty area at the mere sight of him like this. By the looks of it he has added a new addition to his left hand … where the tattoo used to stop at the wrist it now matches his right in meeting his knuckles. It’s looking glossy, meaning it has some sort of barrier cream on it as it heals, so I am guessing this was done yesterday at some point after he left here. I am pretty sure I never saw it before. It’s another gothic skull, entwined with barbs and snakes that melt into all his other black ink like a mosaic. He has a thing for dark themed images.

The door slamming in the distance snapped me from my restless slumber, snapping my head up, I caught a glimmer in the distance as they approached me. The knife glaring in the man’s hand was easy to identify once he was close enough and even though his face remained concealed the tattoo wrapped around his wrist was clearly visible. The eight phases of the moon. A symbol of enlightenment and darkness, immortality and eternity. It was beautiful, nature’s very own yin-yang. “Good Afternoon, Goddess Selene.” Dark greeted me with a sinister smirk on his face, to which I responded with a flat look.

he said absent-mindedly, his hand that was drawing shapes on my back, dipped underneath the sheets and fumbling with my naked breast. "Why did you get it?" He was relaxed like wax against my body and his fingers that rubbed circles on my breast almost got me distracted. He shrugged. Not saying a thing. I guess I wasn’t getting an answer to that. My hands rub over the rest of the tattoos on his knuckles. One was a the shape of the cross on his ring finger and the other, a black shield like shape on the finger near his thumb. "And this?" I asked and he frowned almost immediately after looking at it.

Her fingers closed around the key, and with a quick twist, she unlocked the door and pushed it open. As soon as she entered, her breath caught in her throat. Vincenzo stood at the center of the room, shirtless, muscles toned and defined. The sharp lines of his six-pack were impossible to ignore, the shadows emphasizing the ridges of his abs. Dark tattoos trailed from his neck across his shoulders, down his arms, winding to his fingers in twisting patterns. Black roses bled into barbed chains around his biceps, while a serpent coiled down his forearm, fangs poised to strike. Across his chest, a cross wrapped in thorns marked him with a quiet promise of loyalty and blood.