Delicate C Section Scar Tattoo Novels & Stories

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.

Jericho smiles warmly, “Coffee would be great. Darling, would you like a cup?” “Yes, please.” Gina grins. It was at this point when I notice something different about her neck. Gina is sporting a fresh mark at the crook of her neck that looks like a scar that has been tattooed over. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back.

KACELA Later that night I was undressing in front of the full-length mirror. I frowned at my body. The scars were fading but I still had a few bad ones. The one that wrapped from my hip over the top of my abdomen was still ropey, even more so than the C-section scar. The scar on my face was also fading and I could now see light from that eye after years of seeing nothing but blackness. The doctors tell me that the mate bond is slowing healing me. I didn’t say anything to Wyatt. I was pretty sure he would use it as an excuse to mate even more, and I wasn’t sure I could keep up. That man was insatiable.

Stacy kept up a running conversation about nothing in particular to keep Angel's mind off of the little pain she was inflicting in order to stamp my name and ownership on her body. I kept one hand in hers while playing with her hair with the other; my eyes on the needle as it moved in short meticulous progress across her flesh. Three hours later we were done and my baby was sporting a brand-new tattoo right across her Mons; it said simply Colton Lyon's on top with a butterfly that covered both labia majora in the same color scheme as her angel wings. With the clit piercing in the middle it was fucking hot and my mouth watered at the sight of it. Stacy gave her a mirror to look at it and she

A specialized tool kept close at hand in case of an emergency. She recalled every smooth curve and sloping valley, every little mole, every scar – from the ghost of a c-section incision on her abdomen, to the smattering of healed puncture wounds and lacerations that peppered her torso and forearms, telling her she’d already come through hell and back at least once before. Plus the scar on her back and legs.

She walked past them, halting in her steps to finish, "or broken ribs." Vantae's expression looked somewhat between smug and impressed. He opened the door for her as she winked, smiling a little. For the first time, he talked directly to her, "Ngl. That was kickass. You don't seem like someone to do that." Scarlet walked side by side with him, grinning but, her insides were bursting. Vantae voice was deep, a surprising contrast to his boyish face. She scratched her left eyebrow where the boy noticed a trace of a stitch. It had divided the very end of her eyebrow with a scar, just like her name. She looked down as she spoke, "This mark had always been on my face. Mom told me that it was there

It's a tattoo of two letters and six numbers. "I've seen this tattoo on dead rouges." I look at Marcus with confusion written all over my face. "Alpha, I have a new theory to add, but I know you are not going to like it," Marcus says to me while pulling something up on his laptop. He turns in around to show me. It's a Missing Person report of a little girl from 10 years ago named Bailey Rhea. "OK, I'm not following." I tilt my head to the side and look at Marcus.

His hands gently groped my breasts as he licked and sucked on my neck. “Are you ready baby?” He whispered. “Yes Lee.” His fingers hooked the sides of my underwear before tugging it down. Lee’s lips covered my skin as he made his way down. He stopped at my C-section scar. “Is it that bad?” I asked insecurely. “No…it's beautiful.” He gently kissed it and then shoved his head between my thighs.

"Cassian, the baby's safely born now. Shouldn't you give me a proper name?" She looked up into my eyes. "I want you to mark me now." My body snapped tight. I pulled my hand back on instinct, hesitating. "You just came through major C-section surgery, your body's too weak," I said, looking at her pale face, finding a reason. "Marking is a big shock to the body. There's no rush. We'll talk once you've fully recovered." The smile on Hailey's face went stiff for a moment. But she nodded quickly. "Okay. Whatever you say."

As she walked slowly, the moon's light touched her smiling face. It was Dalia. Wearing a seductive smile and makeup, her hair was tied into a messy bun with small strands escaping from the loose tie. Her busty breast and curvy butt and hips were deeply emphasized by the thin fabric that sways every time she takes a step. After reaching the table, a small alluring chuckle escaped her red lips. "Ah," she moaned. "I hope he comes home soon." By the thought of what will happen that night, her body can't help but shudder. She plopped open the wine and gently lays it down. She reached to her side and took a small container.