Dragon Tattoo On Chest Novels & Stories

Like a place made for quiet moments, not public ones. “He’s in here,” the maid said. “I’ll leave you.” The moment she was gone, I stepped forward. And stopped breathing. Damon stood at the counter. Black pants, perfectly pressed, bare chest, no shirt, no jacket. Just skin. My eyes betrayed me instantly. A tattoo covered the left side of his chest, sweeping across muscle and disappearing down his side. It wasn’t loud or chaotic. It was intentional. Lines and shadows that looked like they belonged there. His hands moved with ease as he cooked, veins visible, steady, confident.

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

Then he looked into her eyes. "Alyssia, I think I know why this happened?" She stopped sobbing "Really, why?" He stepped back and took off his shirt, she gasped as she saw his chest not because of the beauty of his chest but because of the tattoo on his chest which she was sure hadn't been there yesterday. She walked forward and gently traced the tattoo with her hands. The wolf reminded her of his wolf. "Is this your wolf?" he nodded affirmatively. Her heart beat fast as she gazed at the red dragon, she had a fearful feeling in her heart that she was the dragon and Nacen had it too as he held her hands softly in his big hands, his eyes staring softly at her which made her feel secure.

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.

Theo threw a piece of the shirt at her. It wasn’t particularly her shirt, she sensed. Running her fingers over the silk, she could feel it. Bringing it closer to her eyes, she realized it was a black shirt. “Wear it,” Theo muttered, reaching for a leather electric shock collar. He sighed, watching her as she pulled on the shirt. He walked toward her and pulled her neck close. Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.”

Then she took a good look at his tattoos. Her gaze traced the ink that stretched across his chest, dark and patterned against his golden skin. The tattoo sprawled over his left pectoral, a fierce black wolf, its eyes red and dangerous, as if it could leap off his skin and bare its fangs at her. The details were breathtaking, each strand of fur etched with perfection.

Why? He froze in his place... "Unless you can tell us about her birthday mark anything other than her face" Mrs leone said suddenly concerned.... The man standing in front of her is no doubt in love with his wife... So much in love that it hurts to see him shaking as if he is about to break down.. "I.. I cannot re-.. Oh no no yes yes. She.. She have a red spot on her right chest!!!!, and a dagger tatoo in her right thigh ,BRAVE written beside it" He said looking at the doctor....

I let him move his lips down to my breast and when he tried to take off my dress, I stopped him half way. “It’s best you go wash your manhood, so I can give you the best suck you can ever experience”, I winked at him and he nodded foolishly. I sat on the bed in the room and waited for him, he threw his shirt off exposing his well build abs a clear sign of countless years of hitting the gym, he had a dragon tattoo on his back and on his chest and stomach were faces of different women I could only conclude that he was keeping tabs of the women he had fucked on his body as tattoos and if I let him live past today he might probably add mine to it.

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.

My palms itched to touch his rugged body, to feel his heart thumping against them and to make him shudder with lust. He walked me toward the bed, not moving his eyes from mine for a second, and made me sit on the edge. Taking my hands, he put them on his chest and I roved them on his rough skin, over the tattoos that marked one side of his brawny chest—the dragon, its tail wrapping around his waist and ending at the loin.