Dragon Tattoo On Chest Novels & Stories

His left arm was carved with symbols and shapes and the right arm was totally clear, not a single tattoo was visible. The most beautiful art was a Greek mythological dragon's head on his left chest that trailed down on the left arm then mixed with other tattoos, and a black rose just between the joint of his neck and shoulder. A shiny gold chain was hanging on his chest that made him look more sexy and delicious. It hurts to look at this marvelous man who is rotten and dangerous from the inside and kidnapped me and then tortured me every day. "Like what you see baby?" He smirked devilishly and leaned forward.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

She kissed his chest and smiled when he wrapped his arms around her. “My god, woman,” Quinn said with a smile on his face. “What’s wrong, Quinn?” Willow asked as she sat up, looking down at him. She traced his muscled chest, finding scars that she wanted to know all about. The tattoo on his chest was amazing as well. The weeping willow tree had a dragon wrapped around the base. The dragon’s tale looked like the limbs of the tree. She traced the dragon for a moment, then smiled up at him.

His upper body revealed his chest and broad shoulders. It was firm and hard. Perfect. His abs and biceps were molded into something sinful, as if sculptured by the Moon Goddess herself. His waist narrowed into a V-line, thin and sexy. A dark tattoo of a creature that looked like a dragon occupied half his right chest, almost running down to his muscles, giving him a dark and mysterious vibe. I lowered my gaze and, behold, I could see his bulge, which strained against the fabric. It was huge and massive.

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.

It hurt but I gritted my teeth, not taking my eyes off him. Next he took off his jacket, discarding it on the floor. His shirt was next to go, he unbuttoned it one button at a time. It joined the grey jacket on the floor revealing his sculpted torso covered in tattoos. He had a dragon tattooed on the left side of his breast and the head of a wolf on the other. My eyes followed his movements.

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.

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.

Garren lifted his arm, reaching for the back of his shirt as he pulled it over his head. I forgot how to breathe as I took in Garren's bare chest. His muscles flexed with each movement sending heat to my core. My heart skipped a beat as I was gifted the full view of his tattoo. A dragon sat on each shoulder, their tails wrapping around his biceps as they breathed fire toward his heart. Words and symbols of a different language were woven into the scales of each dragon. My fingers twitched, and the overwhelming need to run my fingers over the intricate designs had me curling my fingers into fists and taking a step back.

“You’ll be okay soon. Try to relax. It’s okay.” In a daze, I trace my fingertips over the tattoos on his chest, studying them with hazy curiosity. My breathing slows, and my heart rate calming. The sound of the hotel room’s ventilation is a distant hum in my ear, a white noise that helps my mind settle. I tap Thor’s chest tattoo, the one in the shape of a dove over his heart. “What’s this one supposed to mean?” I ask, barely above a whisper. “To honor my mother,” he says. I’m surprised by his honesty.