Draco Malfoy Tattoo Novels & Stories

I grasped the back of Drac’s head and fused our mouths together as he slowly started to move. I didn’t know if I could last much longer. I tightened my core, ready to explode, when Drac stopped. Whimpering, I tried to force him to move. He refused to budge. He waited as he just kissed me slowly and then moved even slower. I groaned and drove my hips up to meet him. I started to spasm as he sped up his thrust. He contained my whimpers with his mouth as he started to slam even harder into me. My left hand fisted into his hair, as my right clawed at his back, and my legs wrapped around his waist. A moment later I saw the fourth of July as Drac and I came together. Our bodies were fused as one a

His inner shirt followed before they donned him in his robe. The remaining servant standing by shoved forward and led the lord to his dresser. Immediately he took his seat and gazed at the mirror, he looked at his scarred face. He remembered vividly how he got the scar. It was during the great purge when he shoved into the tavern he owned with Andriandita to get her away before his father’s men reached the tavern. Unfortunately for him, Draco arrived late and saw his female lying in a pool of her own blood, her face and body marred. He roared into the air while cradling her. At that moment, he saw some of the sentinels shoving out of the tavern, and Draco attacked them in a rage. He fought a

Elena Escaped inside dark forest as Zamacian tribe people quietly followed her from behind while I and Draco remained dumb folded Couple of seconds later when Elena and her trope left, I hurriedly turned to Draco and questioned him “Draco… ar..are.. you fine?” Draco simply moved gestured his head in up and down motion and indicated ‘yes’ He slowly started messaging his neck which was heavily imprinted with serpentine coil marks ‘You need…. some treatment….” I replied gently touching Draco red marks on his rams and chest to which he again nodded his head in up and down motion and indicated ‘yes’ Couple of seconds later “Do you think, Ele… Elena will cause any trouble if left loose like this?”

As time passed, Drago grew more skilled in harnessing his supernatural abilities, embracing his true nature. But it was unknown to them that the medication had no cure to the pain on his forehead. It had only subsided and hadn't taken it off completely. Sorceress Scarlet knew it was time to pay a visit to the Malfoy family and tell them about the scar on Drago's forehead. While they all sat together in the sitting room, Scarlet appeared in their midst. Diego and Luna Malfoy didn't flinch since they were already used to her appearance. "Wasn't expecting to see you, Scarlet." Diego said, rubbing his chin.

“Shit!” “I keep telling you not to struggle, but your resilience is really impressive.” Startled to find his voice so close, I turned my head to find him leaning down to my height, his face inches away from mine. “You should know when to quit, farfalla, don’t get your wings torn off just yet.” Before I could understand what was going on, Draco had parted the robe from my shoulder slightly before his fingers lightly traced the butterfly tattoo on my shoulder that I had gotten when I was still a naïve sixteen year old girl.

she said, shrugging and feigning nonchalance. “And it’s a snake just like that guy’s own,” Malvika said, nodding in the direction of the guy who was at the far end of the counter and couldn’t hear them. “It’s exactly like his.” “Yeah, well, you see, Drake and I are friends. And we decided to get a tattoo together for fun, so……” she paused. “Wait, why am the even explaining my self to you? This is none of your business.”

I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

The leather shimmered briefly, then the journal practically sighed, opening to reveal pages I had never seen before. “Oh, you little devil,” I whispered. The inscriptions shimmered in black ink, letters and symbols weaving together in a pattern that almost felt alive. I read, slowly at first, then faster as my heartbeat picked up. Draco’s history sprawled across the pages like a dark map. An orphan from a village where witches had been burned. His sister killed alongside him. Rage had become his inheritance, shaping him into the man he was today. The journal was clinical, cruel in its precision, detailing how he had experimented with bloodlines, experimented with people, always seeking perfe

His dazzling blues watch each of my reactions and swallow them up whole heartily for as expected I am over the moon with delight and bountiful love for him. Then he clasps onto my wrist his thumb lingering upon my pulse and lays my palm flat over his beating heart against his tattoo. "Drahá." He beams down and my lips quiver a need to cry overwhelming me. This is the sweetest gesture anyone has ever done for me, he has printed 'me' into his skin for life. This proves just how much I mean to him body, heart, mind and soul. Drahá means beloved and this is why he chose the left side of his chest right above his heart as the location. "I had always kept this side untouched for I wanted to have y

You are guilty, Malik. Zafir: And because you are guilty, you must complete what Nasser started yourself, Malik. You will kill until the three cups are full. We will help you, and no one will be able to harm you or stop you from achieving your goal. Zafar approaches Malik, tears his shirt, and draws a large disc-shaped tattoo on his chest. A sun with stars on its edges, resembling the stars of the sky, and within it are six-pointed stars. Zafir says: This is the symbol of protection. You are now under the protection of the jinn, Malik.