Dragon Tattoo For Men Novels & Stories

My breath catches in my throat. The dragon tattoo between my shoulder blades pulses once, hard, as if responding to his presence. He rises from his stool in one fluid motion, and my mouth goes dry. He's tall — six-three at least — with the kind of build that speaks of disciplined strength rather than vanity. His black t-shirt stretches across broad shoulders, the sleeves tight around biceps marked with intricate tattoos. Not random ink, but scales — dragon scales — flowing from wrist to shoulder in patterns that seem to shift in the low light.

For this event he chose to not wear a shirt, and his beautifully chiselled model’s body is painted in gold, his large dragon tattoo ornamented with body jewels, including a large red ruby in the dragon’s claw, and amber decorating the dragon’s eyes. “I’m sorry, you just startled me,” I smile, moving my eyes away from his very exposed nipple which is peeking at me from around his lapel. The diamond studded bar piercing his nipple is startling as rainbows dance from its surface. As I look up from his surprisingly decorated chest, his dancing eyes glow with laughter as our gazes match. I was so lost thinking about Hunter that for a moment I had forgotten that Adam was my date for tonight. “Sorr

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

Elliot turns to me and starts undoing my coat. “It's very warm in here, even the water,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to my lips and slips my coat off. Elliot pulls his T-shirt over his head, revealing an incredible dragon tattooed on his chest. I can’t help but trace a finger along it, and I trail the loops of the beast’s tail along his hard-muscled skin. The dragon’s tail goes around his side and over his back. This man is magnificent. I can see how broad his shoulders are, and his chest tapers down to a narrow waist and hips. I can’t take my eyes off him, and my tongue edges out to lick my lips as he unbuttons his jeans and they slip to the floor.

i shrugged and cut the glass open with my plasma cutter after taking out the diamond i admired it. " Dammm no wonder why this thing cost so much it was heavy and it shone beautifully underneath the moonlight" no sooner than i had placed it in my satchel bag did a dozen armed men bursts into the room weapons trained on me. All of them wore black clothing with skie mask's but what made my heart really race was the Dragon tattoo they proudly displayed. " shit" i cursed these where the dragon's men he must have been after the diamond too. A mountain of a man entered. He was covered in scars and tattoos and towered over everyone, he walked inside stood in front of me it wasn't hard to figure out

His eyes had the colour of silver, making him look like a demigod. His body built biceps were killing and he has the perfect height meant for a man. And in his arms, lies a Dragon tattoo boldly drawn on it. He was wearing an armless shirts, so his tattoo could obviously be seen. And his undercut hairstyle made him a complete dangerous handsome devil. Spooky gulped down hard, holding the hem of her blouse, looking so scared. She has been in the clan for three years now, but she was still not use to Axton's cold face. Among all the members of the clan, Spooky fears him the most.

He stopped. Out on the open air alone, in the darkness that was slowly emerging and filling the day, he saw a man trying to remove his flat tire with a spanner so he could replace it with a fairly air-filled tire. He was sweating in the cold and Blackwheel could notice it as he stared at the collar of his leather jacket. The man was well-built and very solid on the ground. He had a beard that ran from his right chin to his left chin, even, unequal. Each part of his arm was tattooed with an image of the Chinese dragon that tormented the ancient city of the golden age. There was the tooth of the dragon, including a short depiction of its claws, slightly below its wings.

he said his hands slowly resting on my bare arm. As soon as I felt his touch, a warm gentle burn began and my eyes widened, breath hitching when I saw it suddenly appear. A golden dragon tattoo. Its ink was not black but shivered a bright gold, its head began right beneath my jaw running down the side of my neck and its tail swinging on my right shoulder in a beautiful curve.

I opt for another half-truth instead. “Ah that, well it's a dragon tattoo I've had for some time now.” “Wow really? Can I see the rest of it?” He is almost giddy, and I see a little of the childlike excitement he used to show so rarely. “Well not all, because it reaches from my heart, all around me in a spiral to finish on my hip so can only show you below my chest.” I admonish him, he looks disappointed but there is a cheeky twinkle in his eye too and I realise that, being a guy, he really wanted to see it all.

Pulled out, more cum on my thighs. We panted, ropes still binding me. He untied slow, rubbing marks on my skin. Revelations came soft—his tattoos tied to loss. "The dragon's for my brother, killed young. Skulls for the men I fought in prison. Dark times shaped me. But you... you heal it, submitting so pure." His voice cracked slight, vulnerability peeking. Our bond deepened, dark romance sealing us. He held me close. "Quit the internship. Move in. Be my live-in sub. Collared forever."