Dark Gothic Finger Tattoos Novels & Stories

The sound of him digging into me was a loud and wet, squelching splash, making it impossible to ignore how much I was dripping for him. I was drowning by how big he felt. Every time he pushed his fingers into me, I felt his strength. He stretched my tight pussy so much that I started to shake. The pressure built up into a hot, sharp tension that I couldn't escape. My body squeezed around his hand, tight and desperate. Everything else vanished except the smell of his skin and the steady, heavy thrust of him finger fucking me from the inside out. The light showed the tattoos covering Horace's back, a dark, intricate masterpiece of ink that moved with every bunching of his muscles. He looked li

His fingers spreading out my cunt and beating the entrance of my body drives me insane! I pull upward again, only to fall apart and fall backward a million times. “Yes… yess…” I twist and fuck his fingers, taking it by force. His thumb brushes my clit, like an intentional tap! “A— h…” I stiffen, eyes grow wide, breath hangs in my throat. My hands grab him, firmly, nails dig into his biceps… cresting a tattoo on his arms, a mark he’ll remember me with. “Can I?” He murmurs in my ear, breathless. His blue eyes are like the ocean’s deep, like a wave crashing on a ship…

Their hands were covered in oil as they touched a man’s chest. The first woman ran her fingers lightly over his collarbone, stopping on the thick scars on his tanned skin. The other rubbed the tight muscles on his back, her warm breath hit his neck. Their movements were slow and hypnotic. His eyes closed enjoying the soothing pleasure. The air suddenly shifted. He didn’t open his eyes, instead lifted his left hand out of the water. Water droplets fell from his fingers. A black ring on his index finger carved like a snarling wolf glowed faint red.

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.

If he was going to kill me, I would strike first. I marched into his master suite. The room was dark. He was asleep, his massive frame sprawled across the bed. The tattoos on his right arm seemed to swim in the shadows, ink turned to scales. He looked older than Damien, perhaps in his late thirties or early forties, but there was a raw, timeless power in his face that made age irrelevant.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Always had—rebellion swarm in his blood. He was tall, a wolf-like Sabin, but that was where the similarities ended. While Sabin had brown hair, brown eyes, and a roughly hewn face, Gideon was pure punk, embracing the modern Goth look, throwing in a bit of grunge and mixing it all with movie-stars flair. The man even coloured his pale hair bright, metallic blue. Said he'd done it because it made his eyes pop. Of course, that was a lie. He'd probably crafted the look as a warning to humans—approach at your peril.

"Boom!" A finger with a pale golden brilliance. With a sudden movement, a pale golden glow transformed into a golden colored glaze. It slowly gathered on this finger, as though it was the most mysterious universe, emitting an enchanting but fatal aura. "Golden Magic Finger!" In his fingertips, the energy was crazily flashing with a horrible light. Each of these lights was enough to tear one side apart. Boom! "Flame Demonic Shadow!" Lie Yan's delicate body trembled. Her jade-like hands quickly flew up and quickly formed a seal in an attempt to resist.

They practiced, took a break, and practiced some more. Aside from Cassiel's hot and steamy routine, she found something interesting. It was Zacharias' tattoo. It was a bit blurry in some of the videos. But in one of the clips, where Zacharias takes a look at the gifts, his left ring finger has a tattoo. It was like a permanent wedding band. It was a simple line around his finger that may seem subtle and lowkey. But if it’s on the left ring finger then it would send in a pretty obvious message.

I want him to taste my wrath, to let him feel my overflowing thirst for vengeance. I stood and uttered an oath of lividity. Glowing fire surrounded me. I closed my eyes and started to mutter the forbidden enchantment I’ve learned. I know that this power formation would consume a big amount of my energy and could kill me, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if this hall would be my graveyard as long as I drag Ren Lancaster in hell. “Mea vita pro morte sua… Mea vita pro morte sua…” I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire.