Female Simple Spine Tattoos Novels & Stories

She taps my right shoulder blade. “Personally, I think over your spine would look best,” she continues. “The scars here are redder, and they’d symbolise the flames better. And the shape of the bird will sit really elegantly spanning that area, we could even finish the tips of the wings on your scapulars, which would add a nice touch and some movement… but—” She trails off, giving me room to decide. “But what?” I ask her. “But it’s more painful to work over the spine. The shoulder would be more comfortable.”

Her skin looked stunning like a celebrity with the yellow lightbulbs reflecting on the mirror. Then zipping the long black satin gown on the side. Since she’s a bit more conscious about her breasts so she just had it backless. Revealing a skull tattoo at the end of her spine. It perfectly fits the shape of her body; the hip length slit on the right makes her move freely in it. 'ONE NIGHT, ONE LIE.' She mouthed and smiled wickedly, then grabbed a silver purse and left. ***

My previous mate didn’t inspire this level of dominance or protectiveness. Strange, since she was a wolf and Jasmine isn’t. “Shirt off,” I order. And once she’s ripped the tank off, I add, “Spread those legs for me, baby. You’ve got a hard fucking coming now.” She lets out a strangled smile and spreads her thighs wider. I’ve never seen anything so goddamn beautiful in my life. She has more butterflies tattooed at the base of her spine, spreading across her hips and then ascending on a diagonal to the shoulder tattoo. I remember the tattoos from last time, but they strike me anew.

"Oh!" Now she saw it - the spousal mark. A black, intricate serpent wound up her body like an S shape, its tail starting on her left breast, spiraling up over her chest, its head landing at the point of her sternum. In the center of the solid black snake were perfectly symmetrical red circles that crawled up the entire length. She looked back up at her mate, grinning broadly. "I told you!" she exclaimed. "I don't know why you didn't believe me."

A woman in the crowd screamed when they saw my tattoos. Celtic symbols were tattooed down my spine with intricate vines weaving in and out of the symbols, the vines weaved and circled the tree of life, which was tattooed on my right ribcage with the symbols for the maiden mother and crone in the roots. I had more tattoos covering my body, but the clothes in this time hid them very well. The men poked at the tattoos and scratched at any marking they could find on my body. “Are you done yet?” I hissed with a warning.

I want to tattoo the indents of my teeth and then…. Pushing him forward, he barely catches himself as I position myself behind him. My fingertips trail over his spine, tracing every vertebra with my fingers before hovering my mouth over his skin. I can feel every shuddered breath that leaves his lips as mine press to his spine. His skin tastes of everything I’ve been starving of my entire life as I glide my tongue over his back. “Did you just spell ‘Mine’ with your tongue?” Finn pants. “Did I say you could speak?” I growl.

Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum. “What does it mean?” She asks curiously. My breath hitches at the feel of her warm fingers, making my voice sound husky when I respond. “It says, “Who wants to live forever?” She chuckles as she considers my morbid message. Before she can ask me another question, I take a deep breath and place my hand over hers. “Do you have any?” Sage smiles shyly as she sits up on the bed to lift her shirt’s hem, showing me the small tattoo decorating her hip. It’s a heart with rose thorns wrapped around it. My breath hitches at the sight of her firm stomach and concave belly button and the way her skin glows like a shining pearl in the moonlight. Biting back a groan, I run

The sides of my lips twitched as I fought my smile. “I was right. White suits you best! Can you turn around?” “No.” “Please…” “I'm changing.” “No!” The man hurried to him and practically spun him around. I gasped. The back was even more daring than the front. The back of the jacket was lined with horizontal chains. No fabric at all. You could clearly see the wing tattoos on his back with a spine tattoo at the center of it all. Did he get this recently? Goddess, he was so sexy. So broad at the top and slender in the waist…

But using silver made the normal pain of getting a tattoo about a hundred times worse. And she didn't just have one cute little heart or flower on her belly. No, she had a stunning Phoenix nestled between her breasts, its wings fanning out over her pert mounds, but designed so that the flesh around her nipples was left untouched- looking as though they were peeking out alluringly from behind the bird. And if that were not enough visual titillation, the tail of the bird curled around the entire left side of her torso and flared out into beautiful swirls and tail feathers covering her belly. Like her nipples, the skin around her belly button was left untouched revealing an enticing belly butto