Dragon Tattoo On Chest Novels & Stories

Because if I looked—if I saw—I’d fall harder than I could ever afford to. But right now? I’m looking. And I fucking hate that I can’t look away. His body is a masterpiece of power. Carved abs. Broad shoulders. Veins on his arms like he’s always halfway to bursting. And his chest—God help me—his chest glistens like he walked out of some ad for sin itself. And then— Then I see it. That fucking tattoo. A lion’s head, snarling right in the center of his chest. Its mouth open like it’s about to roar. Eagle wings stretch from both sides, curling around his collarbones like a crown of chaos.

And when I did, he pulled me into a tight hug and made my breasts press against his broad, naked chest. He usually doesn't wear any tops when coming to training; he was always in his hot pants. He had a large red dragon tattoo on his chest running down to his hard corned torso, and several piercings on his nose, brows, tongue, and ears. I don't know why he is fond of always hugging me. I try to let go of a type of strange feeling that build up in me whenever he comes closer. A voice in my head always tells me to stay far away and avoid this man. He might look armless, but he often releases a type of dangerous and dark aura.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

Holy shit! My eyes swallowed the sight shamelessly. Water drops on his tattooed naked hard chest like dews on leaves, extremely beautiful. I stared in wonder at his tattoo, a black dragon breathing fire on his chest. The flames dropped up to his navel and then stopped. Thankfully it didn't cover the whole chest only the center part and the flames weren't extremely blazing yet looked real. I didn't really like tattoos but somehow on him, it looked smoking hot! A drop of lucky water rolled down from his neck to the chest and to his firm stomach and disappeared inside the towel. I gulped when he bent to remove his clothes, his derrière winking at me in mock suggestions as he removed his clothes

Gawd, I missed him. I inhale deeply and I realize, I haven’t actually seen his chest before. He’s always had a shirt on. His tanned skin is ripped with toned and tight muscles at his pecs and abs. He has a tattoo on his chest that spans across both sides, up over his bulky shoulders and down onto his biceps. They look like thorny vines with roses, but in the dark of my room and under the covers, I can’t be sure. Whatever it is of, its sexy! Sinfully sexy!! I lean forward just a bit; wanting to get a taste of that skin when my nipples rub against him, and I gasp a bit. I look down at myself and I remember I am naked. I never got dressed after my bath.

I stared at him. His bare chest glistened with sweat. His breathing was ragged and uneven. His chest rose and fell in such a manner that I wanted to go tap him immediately. As I moved to see, I froze on seeing something. The shock had rooted my feet to the ground. Chase had a dragon tattoo on the side of his belly. But that was not what caught my attention. I squinted as I saw clearly little holes and dents on his skin and they absolutely had nothing to do with the tattoo.

“What’s this?” “A butterfly,” he replies. I lean closer to have a look. Right, it’s a butterfly. “Why?” I ask. He has half of his chest and arm covered in a dragon tattoo. A butterfly seems a little out of place. “Why not?” he asks. I look up at him and arch an eyebrow. He mirrors my action. Giving up, I proceed to fully remove his shirt. And finally, I’m presented with his mouthwatering torso with his massive dragon tattoo and rock-hard stomach muscles and–

Karina responded. "But you can....." Karina hung up , switched off her phone and dropped it. "Gosh why is he sweating so much ? " She muttered and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands stopped unbuttoning his shirt the moment her eyes saw something on the right side of his chest. Her hands began trembling slightly as she opened his buttons fully, she gasped and covered her mouth with both hands after seeing what was tattooed on his chest. The name "Angel" Was tattooed on his chest, a drop of tears slipped out of Karina's eyes.

MARISOL Dante was in the process of removing his crisp white shirt, revealing a broad, muscular chest, half-covered by an intricate dragon tattoo that coiled across his chest and shoulder. Each inked line looked like a secret I hadn’t earned the right to uncover. The sight of him was imposing, unapologetically male, and it sent a shiver racing down my spine, equal parts fear and anticipation. Why does he always look like danger wrapped in temptation? The intensity of his presence made me feel suddenly exposed.

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.