Novel & Cerita Dragon Tattoo For Men

His lips were thin and red, making him look like a sexy man. His neck down to his collarbone was full on strong bones. The part that captured Tanya's eyes the most was his abs and triceps. They all looked very strong and healthy. Tanya wondered how hard he had worked for him to have triceps has strong has that. But the part that intrigued Tanya the most was the little dragon tattoo drawn a little bit above his heart. The dragon was very small, and tanya was sure her hand would cover it fully if placed on it.

Damien said as the three men sat down. “Do you think we won’t get back at you for this?” one of them sneered and Damien laughed. “You think you can?” Damien asked as he smiled. “You won’t, you can’t,” Damien said as he raised his shirt upwards and a dragon tattoo could be seen on the side of his stomach. The three men's eyes widened as Damien rose to his feet. “It’s been nice working with you,” Damien said as he grabbed Ria’s hands and walked out of the office his other hand in his pocket. The guards could only watch as he walked away.

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

“So, he sees Bella as… what? A pawn? A target?” “Something like that. Or maybe something worse.” I let the silence stretch. “No names. No address. No real leads,” I muttered. “Useless.” “There is… one thing,” Damon said, suddenly remembering. “It might not be much. But once, just once, I saw his hand.” I raised a brow. “There was a tattoo,” he said. “A dragon. The way it wrapped around his wrist—it wasn’t like a normal design. It looked… custom. Expensive. Detailed. Almost ceremonial.”

he said, scooting forward on the cushion. Trey had a new tattoo, a black Chinese dragon a bit smaller than Zane’s hand running up the left half of his abdomen. This was no press on. The skin around the design was pink from healing. The dragon’s tail curled around the hefty base of Trey’s erection, the final pointy tip extending onto his penile skin on the underside. Zane’s breath hissed in at the thought of artist’s needle shooting ink into him there. Getting this tattoo must have burned like a mother.

His toned abs, muscular shoulders, chiselled arms and slender waist make him more sexier and add to the beauty God has given him. He was alluring. All male and testosterone. His right arm was tattooed with a beautiful Dragon. I was captivated by it as I acted on impulse, reaching up to trace the scintillating ink. I traced the fluently contour dragon style of his muscles and tendons, down to his arm. Going further to trace its flaming mouth, caressing the white shades that accentuate the sinewy lines of the muscular dragon's body. Its beauty was unique and it fitted the man perfectly. He held my wrist, stopping me. I could only guess my touch affected him. "What are you doing?" He asked.

He spoke with heavy breaths as if he was trying to control himself. “Okay.” I said still breathing hard myself. He sat up placing me in a sitting position before turning his back to me, removing his shirt. Across his back was a beautiful tattoo of a dragon. The swirls of red and gold matched his hair. It was a beautiful masterpiece; I had never seen anything like it before. I traced my fingers across the perfect lines, it was as if magic placed it there. Part of his actual skin. Impossible. I thought looking for the slightest mistake. My fingers traced up towards his shoulder where the head of the dragon sat.

Desire and lust became more visible in his eyes as he stared at me. When he finally removed the tie, he followed by unbuttoning his sleeve. His tattoo appeared on his chest that reached his neck. "Aren't you really like that?" I said and started tracing his tattoo. It's a dragon tattoo. It connects up to his arm. The one on his neck seems to be a vein tattoo. "You were a playboy. I'm sure before that night, you brought many women here just to do this." Arik's hand moved again. He squeezed my waist and made it slide towards my back again causing me to squirm.

"You are?" He pulls up his jacket sleeve to reveal a Dragon tattoo. "The names Cain." I turn to him. He looks Dragon. Tattooed in weird rune like ink. Black hair shaved high and massive. I walk to him slowly. I pull out my phone. "One touch and I have the Unit down on this place faster than you can run." I point my phone at him. "You fuck with me, and the Unit will carry your body out in pieces." "I'm Ex-dragon dude. Your threats don't scare me." He tips his beer back. "You want Alexi or what?"

Damn this man. "You need more than that, okay where was I?," He cleared his throat, like he was about to unravel some big secret. She leaned in closer. Her eyes shimmering, okay, what was with women and gossip? "The tattoo in his nape represents the dragon club. It's a really dangerous club involving violence." She seemed interested, which was weird, because he never thought that Nicole Hart would want to get herself involved in all his family shit. He breathed in, stroking his hands.