Romans & histoires Dream Chasers Tattoo

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

My body was humming with something I didn’t want to name. It wasn’t just attraction, it was the memory of how careful he had been. Rough voice, gentle hands. Every second of restraint had felt like a promise of something deeper, something dangerous. At some point between midnight and two a.m., exhaustion won. My mind slipped away, into sleep, with his thoughts and name still in my mind. The dream came slowly, warm, hazy and too vivid. Soon, I was back in the tattoo chair. The hum of the machine filled the room, but this time it was different. There was no needle, no ink ,just his hand tracing the outline of the lightning bolt on my arm, his touch was slow and lingering.

I couldn't tell if it was because of anger that my heart beat faster especially when our eyes met. It was standing and it seemed I had made a big mistake in the way it looked. I blinked when it tasted again. When he turned around, my gaze landed on her tattoo behind her ear. 'Dreamcatcher tattoo.' I secretly said to myself when I saw the tattoo there in person it was better to look at it now because I could see more of its detail. I feel like touching that thing. "We'll get back to you later, Khlea. Good luck." When Luna Aballos' gaze returned to me, I suddenly stopped staring at it. My eyes blinked as my heart beat rapidly. I looked away. Suddenly I couldn't understand why I felt that way.

My vision slowly turned dark but my gaze caught something against his chest. A tattoo over his heart. It was a wolf paw print, simple but very striking against his white skin. It was dark and underneath it, I could make out some initials. N.B. Warmth filled me as the person pressed me against his chest and this time I didn’t fight back the darkness. Exhaustion and pain overtook me as the world around me blurred and everything went black.

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened

She watched as Chase made a lean-to. He abandoned his shirt and Christine couldn't help admiring his sweat slicked body while he worked. To her utter amazement she discovered he had a tattoo of an eagle on his back. It seemed to be flying as his back muscles moved. "If you're done eye fucking me, could you please gather some of those palm leaves?" he said, mildly. Christine's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe her ears. "I did not - Ugh. I can't believe you just said that." She stomped off to get what he asked.

I wanted this to be in more romantic way but the second my eyes scanned her Greek Goddess like beauty,all the plans scrambled up and all I wanted to pound inside her until I drain the last drip of energy out of her system. She was all mine since that moment. The night was long and I knew how I wanted it to end.I sat on my knees and roamed my fingers on her smooth skin feeling her before I claim her.My fingers first traced her neck,she arched her back matching the rhythem of my touch as I proceed southward escaping her perked up mounds to her ribcage and finally halted on her tattoo.Something was written in a script unknown to me. "Rebellious dreamer."She breathed out in her melodious voice,"

Fear gripped him, he hadn’t had a tattoo in his life. "I don’t want a tattoo," he replied, and his gaze landed on Jake’s neck. He spotted a red tattoo of Ashley’s name on his neck, and shivers ran down his spine. He tilted his head, staring at Chris in the driver’s seat, and also spotted the same tattoo on his neck. He subconsciously touched his neck.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.