Dragon Tattoo On Chest Novels & Stories

“Stop calling me that! I’m not some bitch you met years ago!” Hades moved closer, his gaze intense. He was about to inject her when the tattoo on her shoulder caught his eye. The dragon. He dropped his hand, his fingers tracing the outline of the ink. A flimsy excuse to cover her gunshot wound. Interesting.

“Take a picture…it lasts longer” She said with a smirk before turning around collecting a few more gasps as they saw the tattooed feathers that hugged her waist and dipped into there work out bottoms as well as the ones that wrapped around her thighs. Dracon walked up and turned her around. “You got a tattoo?” He asked softly as he traced it with his fingers. “Yes, do you like it?” She asked as she felt him trace the two wolves in the center. Red had made the two wolves meet snout to snout as if kissing which Elleanna was thrilled about.

His chest is exposed, giving a clear view of the dazzling spiral of a dragon tattoo that runs around his biceps into his chest and stopping right above his abdomen. My heart pounds harder just by staring at his chest, whatever you do, Juniper, don’t look down, don’t fucking look- Too late. My gaze descends down his chest until I stare at his jogger pants. Oh my, I just looked down; embarrassment burns my inside so hard, I just remain shaken, afraid to look at his face.

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

– He declared, letting go of my wrist, passing his thumb over his mouth, my eyes fixed on that man with a broad, defined chest, with a pecs designed as if he had been sculpted. On his neck he had a tattoo of a dragon that released a blue-green flame from its mouth.

Peeling his shirt off, a soft moan almost escapes when I see his chiseled and tight abs. My eyes roam across his chest. The tribal dragon tattoo starts on his right side then glides halfway down his arm. Going back down his chest I can see the perfectly defined “V” outline just above his pants. Wanting nothing more than to lick and kiss every inch of his chest, but I refrain myself for now. His sweat droplets seem to be forming a misty steam rolling off his body, as if threating to burst in flames. My eyes watch as he makes quick work of removing his belt like a pro and I am forced to squeeze my legs shut to keep the liquid from running down.

I know we’ve had sex several times already, yet I still feel a deep ravenous need for him. Rising from the stool, I wrap my arms around his waist and place kisses on his back. His stomach clenches under my hands as I run them down his textured abs. “Tell me about your tattoos,” I whisper in his ear. He looks at me from the corner of his eyes, then pulls me in front of him, places my hand over his left pec, and moves it down his tight stomach. The tattoo is a large, red, and black dragon. The dragon’s head starts at his shoulder, and the tail ends at his bellybutton. The wings stretch over his right pec, and his claws extend over his ribcage.

The hair was a dark brown color but seemed to blend into his skin, making it nearly impossible to see from afar. "Fascinating," I thought to myself as I poked at one strand. My eyes went to the tattoo on his chest. It was the tattoo of an angel holding a sword and standing under what seemed to be a tree. I didn't understand how the tattoo artist managed to capture it, but it looked amazing. My hand slowly traced around the beams of light that were tattooed with gold and the sword that was the same color as the being. Just as my finger was about to trace the wings, I heard Damon mumble, "It's ticklish," he said with a deep voice.

“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.”

I tell him and went into the kitchen. I prepared two cups of hot chocolate and went to the laundry for a pair of black sweat pants and a white shirt. The shirt belongs to Felix but the pants is from Marielle Corp. I went back to the living room and almost dropped everything I was holding in my hands. There he was,Dante was standing there naked . I gulped and turn red,I couldn't take my eyes off him. He has gotten more tattoos on her torso up to his chest. His right chest has Ireal's name engraved in wings.