Ellie's Tattoo Novels & Stories

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

"I want to be sure you are up to date if you are teaching her." Theo removed his shirt revealing an inner tank top. I saw lots of tattoos on his forearms. Quinn shook his head with a wry smile."You're serious." "As death." Theo stood in a fighting stance with his fists stretched. Meanwhile, I sat beside Christine and Ellie had joined us. "Morning," she said "Morning," Christine and I replied simultaneously. Ellie wriggled her eyebrows at me with a cheeky grin. "So?" I playfully rolled my eyes. "Fine, you were right about yesterday."

A simple goalie mask intertwined with a wedding band. “I love you,” I said, the words brand new and centuries old. “All over again. Stronger.” Callan kissed my temple. “Welcome back, baby.” The next morning sunlight poured across the kitchen table. Ellie sat on my lap eating cereal while Liam smeared banana on his high chair. Callan flipped pancakes, humming off-key to the radio. Domestic. Normal. Ours. Ellie looked up suddenly, her little fingers tracing the thin white line along my temple where they’d shaved for surgery. Then her gaze dropped to the older scars on my arms—faded tracks from the drugs they’d pumped into me, the ones that would never fully disappear.

She says and then she bites her lip, she usually does that when she's nervous, but that particular gesture gets me rock hard. "I'm going to need you to stop biting your lip mia cara or else I won't be held responsible for what I'll do next." I tell her and she immediately stops biting her lip but she takes a sharp breath in. "So tell me what have you been thinking about mia cara?" I ask her. "Well everyone in this house has tattoos, you and your brothers have the Russo clan tattoo that links you guys and you have so many more. Tristan also gave Ellie a tattoo and I was thinking of getting a tattoo right where you kissed me just now." She tells me.

She leaned in and whispered, "Cool tattoo. I never would have pegged you for the tough type. Are you like some kind of gang leader?" Elio could not help but smile. He remembered downing a whole bottle of strong Vodka liquor. Though he had thrown up some to help Yamila feel better, most of it had been absorbed, making his back tattoo stand out for her to see. "I'm no hero, just a nobody who likes tattoos," he said with a shrug. "Awesome, we've got the same hobby! We should totally hang out more," Yamila said, her smile as bright as a flower in bloom.

The tattoo shack sat crooked at the edge of the ridge, half-hidden by pine trees and cloud mist. There were no neighbors. No traffic. Just the creak of old wood, the buzz of bees, and the rumble of thunder rolling through the mountain. Ella stepped onto the porch, her heart pounding. This was her third solo trip since the breakup. The first two had been all hikes, hammocks, and herbal tea. This one was different. This time she wanted something permanent. Something painful. Something that would mark her in ways her ex never could.

I search my own reflection in the mirror of her gaze, desperate for an understanding of why she regards me with such unfamiliarity. Is she also angry that I have tattoos or thinks I am beneath her for having them? Even Ellen called them cool which is saying something else when it comes to Ellen and Lilian's perspective. Lilian is way more understanding than anyone I've ever known and even showed her my tattoos during one of my first times and she promised to get one done too where her agents won't see.

Trees intertwined with ice and water, a howling wolf and a crescent moon. ‘I have never seen a mark like that,’ Elian mused quietly, attention fully focused on the mark. ‘And it sucks so much that I can't carry her mark as well.’ “It's okay,” Anisa said soothing, tipping her head back and granting me more access to her neck. “I'll carry the mark for both of us, Elian. I love it. It is perfect. And I am going to flaunt it!” ‘I’ll get an identical tattoo of your mark on my neck as well,’ Elian answered.

As if to confirm I wasn't seeing things, I looked down at myself, just beside my soaked pussy, and met the same tattoo on the underside of my thigh. Unless this was some very crazy coincidence, I only knew one other person with that tattoo on that same exact spot. Four years ago, the night Ellie was supposed to be back from her family vacation… Max and I got matching tattoos specifically in places Ellie would never see. After all, even though were never official, before him and Ellie… there was a him and me! I looked back at the laptop again, watching in shock and disbelief as he pulled out of her and a rope of cum slid out of Mia's wet pussy.

That was a distraction on it own, Ellie broke down in his, he sucked more and more on the mark on her right shoulder. “Your mark looks good on you” He drew back to whisper to her Ellie blushed crimson red, she knew what he was talking about, her mark was now healed, and it left a tattoo of a wolf howling in the night, a big wolf that was facing a full moon. Ellie was amazed at the beauty in marking and bonding. Before she could dwell more on this fact, he placed his right hand on her right breast, he toyed with her nipple and Ellie was shocked she shivered